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Today Algy is celebrating the very special tumblr anniversary of a unique and very special tumblr friend⌠Teddy of @adventureswithteddy.
Eleven years ago today, on 14th October 2013, just about 18 months after Algy first started posting his own adventures on tumblr, another much more intrepid fluffy â or, more accurately, furry â adventurer posted the first of his own adventures @adventureswithteddy on this amazing platform, where almost anything fantastic and wonderful becomes possibleâŚ
From that moment on, Algy was not the only non-human adventurer on tumblr, and in all those eleven years Algy has never come across another to compare. Occasionally he has seen a fluffy, cuddly or furry friend feature in some human's posts, but Teddy of @adventureswithteddy has remained exceptional in every way, and Algy knows that he has many devoted friends and followers.
For Teddy has not been satisfied with the the comparitively limited and gentle adventures of the kind which Algy has undertaken himself. Despite his relatively small size and soft, cuddly exterior, Teddy is bold and dauntless, travelling to exotic parts of the world and daring to go where fluffy birds would most certainly fear to tread, or even to fly! Teddy has scaled enormous mountains, crossed great, rocky plateaux, and travelled through magnificent ravines, as well as visiting less intimidating locations such as the beautiful shores of distant tropical islands. He has even visited the Great Wall of China! There are truly no bounds to Teddy's adventures on this earthâŚ
But Algy knew that there was one adventure which Teddy had never yet undertaken⌠Although Algy longed to meet him in person, Teddy had never visited the wild west Highlands of Scotland⌠until today, that is, when some very special magic allowed Teddy â who in reality lives many thousands of miles away â to join Algy for a joyful celebration of his tumblrversary đ
Algy realises that the wee ravine through which his own quiet burn flows down to the sea must seem like a miniature toy compared with the massive canyons which Teddy has explored, but he hopes that Teddy will enjoy the relative peace of his quiet day in the wild west Highlands of Scotland, and will perhaps relate many tales of weird and wonderful adventures around the great wide world, as he rests on the soft moorland grasses with Algy.
Happy 11th Anniversary Teddy and kind human friend @adventureswithteddy â¤ď¸ Algy wishes you many, many more amazing adventures, and hopes that you will continue to share them with us all:
May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, the rains fall soft upon your fields, and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
[Algy is quoting a famous Irish blessing for travellers.]
#Algy#photographers on tumblr#adventureswithteddy#Teddy#teddy bear#Scotland#Scottish Highlands#magic#happy anniversary#tumblrversary#irish blessing#may the road rise up to meet you#plushies#soft toy#adventures with teddy#writers on tumblr#autumn#fall#scottish landscape#adventures of algy#original content#jenny chapman
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so uh. this is a kink blog obviously but now more than ever i think itâs important to emphasize the importance of community, including kink community, and say that terfs especially can fuck off. diversity is the keystone of kink and i want yâall to know i love yâall <3
#i have been very angry today but itâs time to use that productively#never give up yk. cheesy but true there is always hope#and yk what!! being a queer on tumblr dot com is something. existing is something#it can be hard to be queer but you can do it here. there is a space for us and there is a life for us#may the road rise to meet you <3#message delivered#size tumblr
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Btw the main reason I love studying what I'm studying is that music is like one of the main things that can connect people universally. You can portray SO MUCH through music regardless of anything, and it's one of those things that's meant to be shared and appreciated and loved. It's just, man I love music and I love people and I love being able to share
#anyway i started crying during last nights concert because i saw people in the audience crying#like during our final song which is a setting of the irish blessing#'may the road rise up to meet you/may the wind be always at your back'#that one#and just#gahhhhh i love it#i love people so much#anthropology#ethnomusicology#<-thats my field btw#i just#i am so full of love#and i love being able to have this experience here#and i love making connections because irish trad. is how we got bluegrass and country and some of the like#essential american music#because it was irish immigrants like my papaw's dad who brought it over#and i just#im having a lot of feelings rn#music#!!!!
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Orlaith Callaghan + Callaghan-Morgan Wedding
#nktmisc#(( honour to us all || orlaith callaghan ))#(( may the road rise up to meet you || musings ))#(( event || cm wedding ))
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Could I request headcanons for Gale, Halsin, Wyll, and Astarion with touch starved gn s/o?
I ended up rewriting these a few times but I hope you enjoy reading it! Last Bullet point is NSFW!
Haarlep and Raphael with thouch starved S/O HERE
HalsinÂ
Halsin would never say you were obvious, but figuring out you were touched starved was relatively easy to tell. Especially with the game you were playing, it was clear after the nth time you asked for healing from him from a mere paper cut on your finger. Though, could anyone really blame you? After spending so much time on the road, with no friendly touch for weeks, then when Halsin came to your aid to heal you from a particularly nasty hit from a goblin, That was the start of it, the aching for him; you had been healed by others before butâŚnobody did healing like Halsin. Most healers hover their hands over you, but Halisn would hold you, pressing his large but tender hands to your skin, letting his healing magic flow through from him to you; the touch would send tingling shivers through you; some would argue that it was from the magicâŚBut you knew it was from his touch. Halsin was more than willing to help heal you every time; in fact, the consent wanting his touch helped you two connect. Halsin hoped you would confess you wanted him to hold you one day. But you never did. So when you came for healing from your âterribly painful stomach ache,â he knew he would have to make the first move. âI think I know the perfect solution to your problem,â he whispered before he wrapped you in a tight hug; every ache and pain melted away from his touch. It is truly the perfect medicine anytime you feel touch starved.
Every party of Halsin is perfection in your eyes. Oak father really did a fantastic job when it came to making him. However, the one place youâre always grabbing onto the most is his arms. Itâs not hard to see why; itâs nearly impossible to keep from clinging to his massive limbs, snuggling into them, running your hands over his thick forearms. Halsin, the sweetheart, doesnât seem to mind your clinging, even if he is busy carving away. Now that Halsin has noticed your fondness for his arms, he may or may not start to flex them subtly when gesturing or wearing shirts that expose them so you can see every slight rippling of his muscles. Halsin will let you cling to him as long as he can nuzzle into his favorite part of you later tonightâŚ
Now usually youâre the needy one in the relationship, pleading for hugs and beaming every time you get wrapped up in Halsins arms. Today has been different, however. It started when you woke up with Halsins hands creasing your sides and snuggling into your neck, of course you melted at the touch, thoroughly relishing in the attention, but it didnât end there. Usually, Halsin would walk through the woods for some meditation and to gather herbs and materials for you two, but today, he didnât leave your side. Of course, you loved it, but a part of you was starting to get worried. When you brought it up, he grabbed your hands and held them to his chest, âI just find myself wanting to be near you, my heart.â You squeeze his large hands back, âWell, let me help you, my love.â rising to your tiptoes, you begin to pepper kisses all over Halsins face. He grabs your waist and lifts you to meet his lips with yours quickly; the kiss only makes him needier.Â
He loves every part of you, from your hair to your adorable toes. But his hands consistently linger on your curves. On those days when you are feeling extra needy. Halsin is more than willing to helpâŚIn some inventive ways. The contrast is maddening⌠The smooth honey slips on top of your heated skin, and then Halsins rough tongue licks up the sticky liquid off your stomach. His hands guide your back to an arch as he keeps his hazel eyes on your moaning face. Sucking and licking as his hands continue to run over your squirming body. Halsin doesnât know what is sweeter, the honey or you; he will spend all night trying to figure it out.Â
Zevlor
Zevlor has been around for a while but was never too familiar with the term âTouched starved.â Sure, he had heard it back in his commander days from soldiers whispering about needing attention of the flesh but never truly gave it too much thoughtâŚuntil. The idea came to him when he noticed a particular trait of yours. You had no special awareness when it came to him. Consistently, you were leaning into him quite closely, and when you two walked around during perimeter checks, you would often bump into him or brush your hand against his. Of course, you would apologize for your clumsiness, but deep down, you knew what was happeningâŚYour body was burning for him, his warmth, his touch, and it was seeking it out in any way possible. It didnât click so quickly for Zevlor until he saw you sparing, and there was no inclination of any clumsiness in your movements; even with others, he never saw you bump or run into anything; your movements were precise and calculatedâŚand thatâs when he figured it out you were touching him purposely. Zevlors first thought was, why? Then his second was how can he tell you to only ask him for his touch. Finally, one day, as you two were doing your usual perimeter check, you slowly inched closer and closer to him, seeking the slight relief of his touch. Still, as you went to bump into him for only a moment, you found the ex-hellrider wrapped his arms quickly around you keeping you to his warm chest. Eyes wide, you go to apologize, but Zevlor is quick to quiet your worries, âIf you need my warmthâŚplease donât hesitate to ask meâŚâ After that day, you got a hug from him every chance you couldâŚ
Zevlor enjoys the sweet intimacy of your relationship. At first, he was not used to someone wanting to hold him so closely and shower him with affection, but slowly, he is getting used to it and enjoying it immensely. Though, you still find ways to surprise himâŚFor example, when you start paying particular attention to his cheeks and horns, you canât stop wanting to hold his face so tenderly and whisper soft praises to him. âIâve never seen beauty like yours, ZevyâŚâ he feels his heart melt at every whisper and every gentle touch to his skin. Then, if you happen to caress the base of his horns? WellâŚyou have never heard such a deep pur. Â
 It had been the first day in a long while that you and Zevlor spent most of the day apart. He had promised to speak to some recruits in the city, sharing his wisdom, and you had opted to stay at home. You were expecting him to come home at any minute, so you were working hard to prepare a surprise dinner for him. You missed him being home; usually, you would spend the day working in your small garden together and setting out laundry on the line together. It was lonely without him, so you planned to show him how much you missed him. As you were finishing your stew, you felt arms snaking around your waist. You gasped before his familiar voice eased you, âBe still, my dear, itâs only meâŚâ Your body immediately relaxes as you turn to hug him back. âHow was your trip?â Zevlor only hums as he buries his head into your neck. âI missed youâŚthe road was lonely without you by my sideâŚâ you rub your hands up and down his arms as they hug you. Then you feel one of his arms part from you and hear the stove turn off; before you can ask anything else, youâre lifted and carried away toward your shared room. âZev! What- What about Dinner?â âIt can waitâŚI need to be close to you, just for a whileâŚâ The stew wasnât eaten until much laterâŚÂ
âSo beautifulâŚâ his breath is warm as he whispers the complement into your neck. Zevlorâs lips caress your tender skin as he moves to your ear. You cling to his broad shoulders tighten, and your legs squeeze his textured hips. âYouâre taking me so well. Iâm proud of you.â The moan is involuntary as you feel him push deeper, his lips catching and nipping on your ear, his sharp teeth threatening to pierce, but his tongue soothing you so softly. Moving from your ear, you almost let out a whine before he blows a teasing breath on your neck, causing you to squirm and keen at the tickleing sensation. Zevlorâs fiery eyes look down at you, and that soft smile never fails to melt your core. He leans in, lips hovering over yours, his hands softly gliding down your waist, âI love youâŚâ The vow is then sealed with a kiss.Â
Wyll
Wyll hadnât thought of you as touched starved until you had to tell him flat-out. To his credit, you didnât make it easy for him to figure out. When Wyll thinks of the term touched starved, he thinks of someone like him. Someone always willing to give out a hug or a friendly pat on the back; if youâre touched starved and in the proximity of Wyll, you were not touched starved for long. Hells, Wyll would risk the burns of hugging Karlach if she so requested. You, on the other hand, would never seem to be receptive to his friendly gestures, having grown up in a home with little affection and living on the brutal road for a while with a pleasant touch would always be a shock to your system. Especially from Wyll, it was like lightning shooting through your body with a new surge of energy you didnât know what to do with, so you would tense up. After feeling you clamp up, Wyll simply thought you didnât like to be touched, so ever the gentleman, he stopped. But that only made you begin to grave himâŚFinally, after days of seeing him touch and hug your other friends, you felt yourself going to pop. In a spur of the moment, you walked into his tent, staring at his confused features; timidness threatened to take you over, so with shaking limbs, you held your arms open with a shaky beg of âPleaseâŚâ Wyllâs smile would grow so wide as he embraced you. âI thought you didnât like to be touched?â âIâŚI like it when you do itâŚI crave your embraceâŚâ Wyll will never make you ask please for a hug againâŚbut other things, he mightâŚÂ   Â
You couldnât explain exactly why you love it so much, but you find youâre running your hands up and down Wylls strong back every time you get the chance. Maybe it was from seeing all its glory when he returned from the river or in the early mornings when he woke up for training. Thereâs just something about his broad shoulders that lean down to his narrow waist that makes your hands twitch to touch him. Wyll, of course, isnât oblivious to how you take him in; that might be why he walks around without a shirt more often. His favorite part about liking his back is when you rest your head between his shoulder blades and hold onto him tightly. It never fails to put a smile on both your faces. Â
Between the two of you, youâre the one who is always slow to wake. On a typical day, you usually wake up to an empty left side of the bed, but this morning is different. You wake up to your body being held by what looks like a sleeping Wyll. Your first instinct is to worry and check him for a fever, but you find that he feels normal, and when he wakes, he greets you with a lazy smirk. âAre you okay, Wyll? Youâre usually up by now?â Wyll hums softly as his eyes lazily roam over your form, âI woke up earlier but found that I couldnât part from youâŚâ His sweet words always make you blush, and you go to say you're sorry out of habit, but youâre silenced by him gently stroking your cheek. âWell, How about I make breakfast for us? We could eat together.â As you rise, you are quickly grabbed and trapped within his arms, his lips attacking your neck in a plethora of kisses, making you giggle. âYouâre not going anywhereâŚI am not done with you yetâŚâ  Â
Itâs always so slow, his hands sliding up and down your spread legs while your sex grows more and more aroused. One part of you wants to beg him to stop teasing you, but you both know that the loving pass of his hands on your skin is what you crave. Wyll keeps his eyes on yours as his lips press against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The attention he gives you makes your mind hazy and your sex quiver in a way that only he causes. A moment of weakness causes you to moan his name. He will look down at your flushed face and smile against your skin before finally sliding his tongue on the spot you need him the most.Â
Rolan
Rolan is very familiar with the term being touched starved, and from being accused of it by Cal and Lia relentlessly, he was aware of the traits. Not that he thought he ever showed these. Then came you, and it was the end of him being touched starved. Rolan, at first, didnât understand why every time you were near, your hand would absentmindedly rub in between his shoulder blades or how when you would go out to the tavern, you would sit so close to him, and it wasnât as if you were unaware of this. No, from how you would look at his curious gaze with a smirk and a sparkle in your eyes, he knew you were messing with him. Though despite thisâŚyou two kept hanging out. If anyone would ask you if you longed for touch, you would say you only wanted Rolans and you had no shame about it; you just wished one day he would indicate the touch for once. Finally, one night, Rolan invited you to the tower to do some reading, something you could do at home, but you wouldnât dream of passing up a moment to be around him. You two had found yourselves on the chaste, sitting very closely, exchanging blushing looks over the edges of your books, and with every passing page, you two would find yourselves inching closer and closer. Then, as your thighs are pressed together, you feel a warmth wrapping around your ankle. Looking down, you see his tail wrapped around you loosely, unsurely. Rolan had finally taken the initiative, and you were beaming. âIf it bothers you, I can-â But before he could finish his sentence, you wrapped his arm around you as you curled into him more. You could hear the rapid rushing of his heart, and you could feel how it matched your own. âIt doesnât bother me; Iâve just been wondering whatâs been taking you so longâŚâ The teasing only rewards you with a tighter hold.Â
You find every part of Rolan to be utterly perfect, from his beautiful horns to his freckled cheeks to his toes. But the one part of him you constantly find yourself playing with is his tail, swaying and twitching like it has a mind of its own. You love to sneak behind him and run your fingers over the ridged base. The shiver and low growl he gives out every time makes you want to tease and touch him more, your hands becoming clammy for it. Today, youâre reading and mindlessly playing with the sharp tip till, finally, heâs curling the tail around your forearm and pulling you closer for a hungry kiss. He says he is being driven mad by your relentless teasing; you can only smile back before whispering, âThen you shouldnât keep rewarding meâŚâÂ
Rolan tries not to let his neediness get the better of himâŚbut some days, he canât resist your pull on him. Every time he saw you today, his hands roamed over every curve, his nose in the crook of your neck, and he muttered things you couldnât catch. The attention was well received as you loved his every touch, but when you parted from him to wash up for the night, the look on his face was utter devastation. âI will be quick, then all night I am yours.â Rolan tsked as he let you go, sitting down in his chair where he would wait for your return. You tried your best to hurry into the bath but were not quick enough. As you wet your hair to be ready for washing, you heard the door open and were greeted by the magnificent sight of Rolan in a small cloth wrapped around his waist. He motions for you to make room. He removes his towel and joins you in the bath. You are happy but utterly confused, and Rolan is quick to defend his actions as he gathers soap into his palm, âYou took too long, so now I am here to help; now turn so I can wash your hair.â Without any protest, you turn and relish in the feeling of his clawed hands, washing and lathering the soap in your hair, taking the time to scratch your scalp as he cleans you gently. Maybe you should have him wash your hair every time? If you asked, Rolan would be happy, too. Â
It started as a pleasant surprise; while you two were working at Sundries, his tail kept brushing against your butt, and when you two would be out of view from prying eyes, his hand would gently caress your ass. These are simple hints of his wants; you are always eager for his touch. Now here you are, pressed against the back wall with Rolan's needy hands grabbing tight handfuls of your butt. Pants are quickly discarded, and he gives you a quick slap to the soft exposed flesh for being such a naughty distraction. You keen and arch, grinding your ass against his burning erection. A deep moan when his nails dig into your flesh as he starts to rut into you deeply. Panting breaths, intertwined limbs, sweaty bodies desperately rocking against each other. Itâs the night you learned that the Great Master Rolan is an ass man. Â
GaleÂ
You never thought of yourself as touched starved; sure, you had points when you thought of being held or holding someone, but it was never something you would say you were starving for; well, that was until Gale. It was an accident when it happened; you two had offered to go to the morning market to gather supplies for dinner. The morning market was incredibly crowded, and you two kept getting separated. Gale, always the quick thinker, came up with the best solution. As he walked in front of you like a shield, he grabbed your hand and led you through. The gesture immediately stirred something within you, and as you walked hand in hand, looking at the back of him, you found yourself tightening your grip. During the rest of your time at the market, you two held each otherâs hands. It wasnât until you two returned to camp that you realized you held hands the whole way back. After that day, you reached out for his hand more often. Gale, of course, didnât seem to mind. He liked the extra company, but getting you to let go so he could cut vegetables was challenging. After a while, you will find yourself craving more touches from Gale. So late one night, you crawled into his tent; when you woke him, he was initially surprised, asking you what you needed. âIâŚI think Iâm touched starvedâŚcouldâŚyou hold me for a bit?â Galeâs heart nearly burst out of his chest, but he eagerly invites you into his arms, delighted to share in cuddles and maybe a few kisses.   Â
It should be no surprise your favorite place to touch Gale is his hands. They are perfectly soft and fit perfectly within yours. You find that your hands are interlocked together if youâre by him. Gale finds your need to hold him in some way lovely and ultimately endearing. Galeâs favorite times when you hold his hands is when you are fast asleep curled up with him in his bedroll, your hands interlaced with his. He doesnât dare move them because he knows you will only start seeking them again in your sleep.  Â
Youâre used to holding Galeâs hand, but on days heâs feeling needy, you find that his hands tend to roam. Today had been one of those days; his hands had started lazily, moving up and down your arms, gently grazing you all morning so tenderly. By the afternoon, his hands had found their way to run up and down your back, moving so slowly to send shivers through your body successfully. Then, in the Evening, they moved to trace your sides as his lips caressed the sensitive skin of your neck. Finally, you asked if he was well, his lips smiling against your skin. âPerfectly fineâŚjust being needy for youâŚdoes it bother you?â you feel your skin flush, and your lips curl to an excited smile. âNo, I like the attention from youâŚâ Gale is always ready to shower you with attention; you just need to askâŚÂ  Â
The man didnât lie when he told you he had a practiced tongue, and tonight, you are finding that out firsthand. You felt needy when you crawled into his tent; it was late, and he was surprisingly awake. At first, it was innocent, simple hand holding a kiss or two like other nights before to satisfy your need, but tonight, youâre finding your aching for more, and Gale knows this. All you need to do is askâŚYour hands grip tightly to the blankets as his tongue works against you. Gales focuses as his hands grip your thighs, and he sucks and licks more. Heâs desperate to taste your release all over his tongue, and with him always being so good to you, who are you to deny him?Â
Astarion
With all he had been through, the feeling of being touched had become unstimulating. Astartion had felt every kind of touch possible. Well, at least thatâs what he thought, until you. The energy between you two had been electric from the first moment; you were brilliant, and his usual charms didnât make you bend like they did others. In fact, for all his teasing, you would give back your own. It was like a game between you two, and it only made you crave each other more. Then it hit its peakâŚYou were admittedly getting lost in his words as he spoke to you, but it was different; it was genuine, and you had never felt so close to others. So when you gently brushed back his hair as he talked, you both found yourself looking at each other in surprise. Your weakness shocked you, and Astarion was surprised by someone touching him so gently, as if he were made of glass. Going to take back your hand, itâs quickly caught by his, and gentle lips pressing to your palm sets your skin ablaze. The kiss was as soft as your touch, but Astarion can never pass up an opportunity⌠âCouldnât help yourself anymore, hm?â You would accept defeat this onceâŚ
Astarion has never been a fan of cuddlingâŚwell, not until he met you. And what did you do to make him change his mind on the slow and intimate activity? Astarion loves the way your fingers brush slowly and carefully through his hair. He finds he has gradually become needy for that soft, gentle touch. On the other hand, you love the feeling of his soft locks slipping through your fingers; actually, there are many things you can adore about Astarion; you find the soft touch of brushing through his hair always seems to relax you. You could spend all night with him in your arms like thisâŚand you do.Â
You didnât know if it was your imagination, but Astarion seemed grumpy today. You had tried to joke around with him and even participate in some teasing and flirting, but he wasnât receptive. Thinking it best to just drop it, you left him alone for the rest of the day, going about your usual task. Then Evening rolled around; you were getting ready for bed when you heard a throat clearing outside your tent. Poking your head out, you saw Astarion lookingâŚbashful? âDo you mindâŚif I slept hereâŚwith youâŚIâveâŚbeen feeling offâŚâ One part of you wanted him to explain; he had ignored you, and now he wants to sleep in your tent with you? And wait, elves donât sleep? But something about the look in his red eyes���he seemedâŚlonelyâŚGently, you reach your hand out to grab the sleeve of his shirt and pull him in softly. The rest of the night was spent with you sleeping with your head in his lap as he read to your sleeping form. Being around you made him feel so much better; it was as he thoughtâŚhe was starting to rely on you, and for once, the thought of depending on another didnât scare him.Â
Sometimes, you can not decide who is needer between the two of you. Of course, you two tease each other about it, but Astarion is always the better tease. Youâre rolling your eyes in both pleasure and annoyance as he moves his tongue across your chest, your nipples peaked and sensitive to every feathery touch. You try to keep your moans in, but itâs useless; âYou make such pretty sounds, darling, keep it up.â His cold hands move between caressing your chest and your skin to find your sensitive nipples. Red eyes look up at you, filled with mischief. Is he satisfied with just a taste? Or will he biteâŚ
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Finish Line || LS2
Summary: A farewell fic to Logan because I'm a sookie and miss him already. Pairing: Logan Sargeant x fem!reader (living in America) WC: 4k
Summer Break 2021
Your mother always said, âNothing good is easy and nothing easy is good.â To an eighteen year old fresh out of high school you thought she was referring to studying and exam results, not the more impactful experiences you would face once the red brick walls were left in the rear view mirror.Â
It would only take a matter of weeks to learn the real meaning.
Loving Logan wasnât easy but it was impossible to stop the feeling of falling that came soon after meeting him. From the moment you met there was an indescribable connection but the paths of your future were heading in completely different directions and you knew at the end of summer you would say your goodbyes.
In the meantime you would enjoy what the weather had to offer and what better way to emancipate yourself from the innocence of youth and broadcast to the world that you were an adult than a girls road trip to Miami? You may not have been old enough to drink but that didnât stop the college guys on summer vacation from keeping you and your friends well supplied.Â
Looking back, it only proved how young and naive you were.Â
âDalt, I really shouldnât be here,â Logan complained as a red cup was thrust into his hand. âI could get in so much trouble for this.â
âRelax, bro, youâll be fine.â His older brother clapped him on the back happily. âI wonât let anything happen to you.â
The beach house was right on the waterfront and Logan stepped out onto the white sand to dip his toes in the warm water. He didnât know whoâs family the place belonged to but Dalton seemed to know everyone by name. It only made him feel even more left out and he thought maybe he should have just stayed in England for the summer break.Â
The house was stifling with the humid temperatures compounding to a sauna with all the bodies inside. The beer had started off cool but it had warmed in your hands and began to taste disgusting so you abandoned it into the hands of a stranger passing by who swiftly chugged it back before shouting the Greek alphabet you assumed was the name of his frat house. You had certainly bitten off more than you could chew and debated catching a Greyhound bus home where you felt safe but you wouldnât ditch your friends who were absolutely in their element.
The beach wasnât like any you had seen before arriving in Miami. The sand bars were tiny pockets of islands and each property seemed to be its own space divided by narrow canals that lead to dry docks for their expensive boats.Â
âMind if I join you?â you asked the stranger who sat in the sand at the water's edge. It was impossible to ignore each otherâs presence when the rising tide had left such little space.
âItâs a free country,â he said with a small smile, his palm quickly swiping away the picture he had drawn in the sand.Â
âI donât know about that. Sometimes it feels like a prison. Sorry, that was really morbid.â
He laughed and tipped his head back to the sun that still beat down despite being late in the afternoon. âYouâre not wrong though. I love coming home, but sometimes Iâm glad I donât live here anymore. I donât know how to fit in with that,â he said looking back at drunken revelers who had stripped down to their swimwear despite having no inclination to actually enter the water.Â
He looked like the rest of the guys there: tanned skin over a toned body and dirty blonde hair hidden by a cap he wore backwards. The southern drawl also confirmed the fact he called this place home.Â
âWhere do you fit in then?â
His shoulders shrugged as he picked at a desiccated chain of Neptuneâs necklace that had washed up on the beach. He busied himself with plucking each individual bead off the seaweed and flicking it back to the water. âI donât know.â
âOkay, well, what did you want to be when you were a kid?â
âA Formula One racing driver, or a fisherman.â
You buried your toes in the sand, wiggling them to dig deeper where it was cooler. âI thought the all-american dream was to be an astronaut?â
You met his blue eyes and saw the amusement that sparkled in them. âIâm afraid of heights,â he admitted with a grin before he held out his hand. âIâm Logan.â
âI think we are beyond names here, I already know your hopes and dreams,â you teased, shaking his hand.Â
âBut I donât know yours, yet.â
âI can give you my name, but as for hopes and dreams, I have no idea what I want to be. Iâm still trying to figure that out.â You realised his hand was still in yours and gave it another small shake. âIâm Y/N.â
As the sun fell below the horizon the party grew larger and soon it spilled into the slice of paradise you had carved out with Logan. Sand was kicked up as two guys tackled each other to the ground and Logan threw a protective arm around you before they could crash into your side.
âBack it up bro,â he said as he rose to his feet and pulled you up too, tucking you in behind his back. âYou could have hurt somebody.â
âAw, Sargeant, is that your girlfriend?â
Logan ignored them and turned to check you were alright. His eyes scanned over your body and slowed on their ascent before he cleared his throat and met your eyes again. âDo you want to get out of here?â
You scanned the crowd and spotted two of your friends dancing and the other sat on some guy's lap, smiles on all their faces. You couldnât disappear and make them worry but you didnât want to stay as the party only grew more chaotic. âYes, please, Iâll just tell my friends Iâm leaving.â
You werenât going to attempt to get amongst the gyrating bodies so instead headed to Dakota. The guy sitting beneath her noticed your arrival first and grinned at Logan as he stepped in beside you, his hand resting on the small of your back. âYouâre leaving arenât you? Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would.â
âYou two know each other?â you asked.Â
âOnly since birth,â Logan answered. âThis is my brother, Dalton. Dalton, this is Y/N.â
âItâs nice to meet you,â you said before turning your attention to your friend. âIâm going to head off, Kote. Logan said he can drop me off at the apartment after dinner.â
âAre you sure? I can take you back if you want.â
You laughed and leaned into Logan, enjoying the warmth that came as his arm curled around your waist. âIâm good, someone needs to make sure those two get back.â
You both looked at the twins who had found dance partners and knew the rented 4 bedroom apartment was probably going to double in residents by morning. With a resigned sigh that she didnât really feel as the group mother, Dakota nodded. âIâve got them, you two have fun.â
The wink she sent you off with made your cheeks heat but you hadnât actually planned on doing what the action implied. Of course Logan was attractive, and the thought of taking him to your bedroom was one that had you melting, but you were quite happy just enjoying his company too.Â
âAre you hungry? I know this great spot but itâs a bit of a drive from here.â
Out in the street where the sounds of the thumping bass couldnât reach your stomach rumbled and you smiled sheepishly. âJust a little.â
The restaurant he knew was on Key Largo, about an hour south of where the party was in Miami Beach and you were amazed by how many bridges had been built to connect the keys. It would have felt a bit scary driving over the ocean if it wasnât for Logan recounting stories of growing up in the state. It was a good distraction to listen to the fondness in his tone as he remembered fishing off the now-closed piers that he pointed out.Â
âI think this is where you fit in,â you said as he cruised along the highway in his pickup truck, the radio quietly playing an RnB station in the background. It was warm enough that the window was down and the breeze blew his hair back like a runway model.
He glanced across the car and lifted a questionable brow. âIn Florida?â
âNo! Behind the wheel. You look, I donât know, comfortable? No, content, thatâs the word.âÂ
On the beach Logan had shared how he was halfway through the season of Formula 3 in Europe and had hopes to join an F1 team in the future. It was also when he mentioned returning to the country he currently lived in, four thousand miles across the Atlantic Ocean. Despite only just meeting him, you felt the four week countdown arriving like a dark storm cloud.
Those four weeks flew by almost as quickly as you fell in love.Â
Summer Break 2024
The soy milk screeched and you winced at the sound before saving the new girl, and the coffee, from the machine. Thankfully it wasnât scorched as the shop was already full with the busy morning foot-traffic and you wanted to keep it flowing for the customerâs sake.Â
âSoy latte with a shot of hazelnut?â A hand went up and you passed the takeaway cup over. âHave a nice day.â
You looked at the next order stuck to the bench and immediately searched for the customer, a smile splitting your face when you found him. âBaby, youâre home! Why didnât you call?â
Logan ducked under the staff counter and met your embrace with strong arms that pulled you to your tiptoes. âI called, but you must have been busy here. God, itâs good to see you, sweetheart.â
You checked your phone in the pocket of your apron and saw the missed call before slipping it over your head. âMarie, can you keep an eye on everything?â
âYeah, course, hun, take your time,â the part time barista said with a wave. âWelcome home, Logan.â
âThank you.âÂ
You dragged Logan eagerly through the swing door that stated âstaff onlyâ and past the break room to the disused office at the back. âIâve missed you so much,â you managed to say between the desperate kisses you shared as he kicked your door closed.Â
âMissed you too.â
Your hands reached beneath his shirt and he chuckled breathlessly as he caught them before they could move any further. âTempting, sweetheart, but not here.â
You pouted as you draped your arms around his neck instead and held him tight. âI have the studio booked in 20 minutes, did you want to come?â
Logan rolled his eyes at the stupid question and didnât bother to answer as he tucked his hands into the back of your jeans and buried his face in your hair. âYou smell like blueberry muffins,â he hummed happily.Â
âI can steal one,â you offered but when you pulled away he quickly pulled you back with a shake of his head.
âDiet.â
You grabbed the flesh on his abdomen, feeling the hard muscle beneath. âYouâre perfect, baby, one muffin isnât going to change that - but it will make you happier. Go grab a seat in the staff room.â
You walked him back down the hall and let him settle into the couch while you grabbed a muffin from the front counter. Most of the rush had quickly cleared and with the lull in orders you made him his favourite drink.Â
âYou spoil me, sweetheart,â he said with a gratefully smile as you placed the plate and cup on the coffee table. âThank you.â
âAnything for you.â You sank into the couch beside him and watched him pick apart the muffin, finding all the blueberries to eat first. He could feel your eyes on his hands as they fiddled with crumbs but before he worked up the courage to explain why he caught a flight two days earlier than planned. âWhatâs going on, baby?â
He exhaled a heavy sigh and wiped his hands clean before taking yours. âI think itâs over.â
Your heart cleaved apart and your ears started ringing as your world came crashing down. There was only one semester left in your art programme before all the plans the two of you made would come to life - plans that started with moving to England with Logan. Plans that were crumbling down.
âItâs over?â you repeated as silent tears streaked your face and your hands slipped from his.
Horror bled into Loganâs features and he snatched your hands back, placing them over his chest where his heart beat rapidly with panic. âNot us, never us,â he rushed with a harsh shake of his head. âFuck, sweetheart, you are my everything.â
You sagged with relief as he wiped your eyes but the relief was short lived as you understood what he meant and the phantom pain in your chest returned. âHave you spoken to James?â
He nodded and leaned into your touch as your palms ran up his chest to cradle his face. âItâs not good.â
To hear the defeat in his voice was something you never wished to hear again. It was a sound that no 23 year old should make, he was too young to feel the immense pressure he was under and a weaker man would have been broken by it. But Logan was strong, mentally and physically - he would recover from this, you would make sure of it.
âCome on,â you whispered as you rose to your feet and tugged his hands.Â
âWhere are we going?â
âIâm taking you home.â
âBut you have class.â
You grabbed your handbag from your locker and tossed him the car keys. âThis is more important, and I can paint anywhere.â
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The drive to Miami took most of the day and the frown on Loganâs forehead seemed to soften as the arid air turned humid and the paddocks turned to swamp before he sped through Alligator Alley. The top 40 charts played quietly on the radio and Logan hummed along with the ones he liked while he held your hand on your thigh.Â
A contented sigh of relief exhaled from deep in Loganâs chest as the sunset and the city lights illuminated the horizon. Though he was tired to his bones, just the sight of his home was enough to rejuvenate him and he sat up a little straighter before taking the exit that would lead him to Fort Lauderdale.Â
Madelyn and Daniel were already expecting Logan and the front door opened before he could turn the engine off. It had been a while since they last had Logan home and you felt a little guilty since most of his returns to home soil were to visit you instead, but they didnât hold it against you. Madelyn was just happy that there was someone who loved and supported Logan as much as she did. Â
It was immediately clear that she wasnât aware of his current struggles as you saw him hide behind a confident smile as she asked how everything was going.Â
âI donât want to disappoint them,â he admitted as he closed his bedroom door after dinner.Â
You placed your bag on the floor and took a seat at the headboard before patting the spot beside you. Logan flopped down on the bed and rested his head on your thighs while his long legs hung over the edge, looking up as if you had all the answers.Â
âYou could never disappoint them, Lo, they just want you to be happy. And, you're worrying about things that havenât even come to pass. We donât know what the second half of the season will bring.â
âI know you are being reasonable, but I canât help thinking this is the end. Everyone else thinks so too.â
âYou mean everyone on X, formally known as twitter,â you said with a roll of your eyes that made him chuckle. âHow about no social media for the whole break? Just disconnect from it all for four weeks.â
âAnd what happens at the end of the break?â he asked quietly, sensing deja vu from the last time he asked this three years ago. It was an eerily similar state too with his head on your legs but you were on the white sands instead of a bed. You had already fallen in love but he was due to fly back to Europe and you would be getting in the car with your friends and heading home. He had forever changed you that summer.
You combed your fingers through his hair as you relived the same memory. âWe will be grateful for the time we had together.â
A smile tugged at his lips and he sat up so he could pull you onto his lap. âIâm not letting you go again.â
âI should hope not,â you stated as your knees settled either side of his thighs and you reached into his pocket to fish his phone out. âNow say goodbye to this, I am having you all to myself.â
He plucked the phone from your fingers and tossed it to the side table before putting all those glorious muscles to good use. The room spun until he caged your body beneath his and he gently kissed his way across your collarbone. âYou already have me, sweetheart.â
â
A sick twisting feeling gripped your gut as you waved goodbye to Logan through misted eyes. No matter what you had said, you could feel his stress growing as the break came to an end and now he was going back alone. You wished you could go with him.
The drive back to your apartment was too quiet but you couldnât listen to the radio because the songs he would have hummed to would only make you miss him more. It always took days, weeks even, to reacclimate yourself to the loss of his presence when he left. It never got easier but the memories made were worth it.
The days dragged by as classes began again and the repetitive routine of life was reestablished. Finally it was the weekend and you could curl up on the couch and watch Loganâs practice on F1TV while you were surrounded by paintings of him. There were two new additions that had come back from Miami, one capturing his happiness as he reeled in a bluefish and the other capturing his perfect features as he sunbathed shirtless, that one was purely indulgent.
âOh no, Sargeant has taken a big shunt into the barriers there.â
Your feet slammed to the floor as you jumped out of your seat and stumbled closer to the tv as if you could reach through it and help, but you were helpless to watch as Logan remained in the car in the middle of the track - red flags waving.Â
âCome on, baby, get out of there,â you begged as you heard his radio saying he was okay, but then the back of the car ignited into flame. You were screaming for him to get out as Georgeâs car rolled by, his hands gesturing wildly for Logan to get out too before he finally was free of the seat harness and jumping out over the halo.Â
You finally breathed a sigh of relief but it didnât last as the camera cut to Logan leaning on the barriers, his head hung in defeat despite the helmet hiding his face. You knew your boyfriend better than anyone, you knew exactly what was going on inside his head and you knew you had to do something.
The credit card Logan had given you years ago had been left discarded in the back of your underwear drawer. He said it was for you to use but you had never been with him for the money and even as a broke uni student you hadnât used it once. But this was an emergency, and if you were ever going to use it then you could be damn sure it was going to be spent on him.
One quick email was sent to your professor begging for an extension due to a family emergency before you packed a bag and booked the first flight out to Amsterdam.
With shaking hands you typed a message: Iâm so glad you got out of there, baby. Iâm on my way and I love you so much xxx
You knew he wouldnât be able to reply for a little while since he would have to get back to the team garage, and there would be other responsibilities first like having a medical check and debrief, but you sent it anyway along with the flight numbers so he knew where you would be and when. It was going to be a long day with the 13 hours of flights plus the change in timezone but nothing was going to keep you from getting to Logan before the race tomorrow.
â
A stranger with a whiteboard greeted you at the airport and the exhaustion of the trip faded away when you reached the paddock with a pass in hand and stepped into the Williams garage. Bodies of mechanics moved in sync as they rushed around the car preparing it for the race that was due to start in a few short hours but it was one man that was standing among them that drew you closer.Â
âLo,â you greeted softly behind him on raised tiptoes.Â
A wide smile split his face as he turned to embrace you, lifting your feet off the ground as he buried his face in your neck. âHellow, sweetheart,â he breathed against your skin before inhaling the familiar scent of your perfume.Â
Your hands tightened on his waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple. âAre you okay?â
He pulled back and his smile faltered. âIâm better now that youâre here.âÂ
You reached up to trace the curve of his cheek where his smile had been but his team principal called his name before you could feel the shadow of his beard on your palm. âCan I borrow you for a minute?â he asked Logan before spotting you, a flicker of surprise on his face. âHello, Y/N, itâs lovely to see you again.â
âYou too, James,â you replied politely before stepping out of Loganâs arms and giving him a little nudge in the right direction. âIâll wait over in hospitality.â
Logan spent what time he could with you, reassured by the feel of your arms wrapped around his neck and your cheek pressed to his as you sat on his lap in the single chair that furnished his driver room. The thin walls did little to dampen the noise of the motorhome and the crowd beyond but for a few minutes Logan could forget it all and the pressure that came with it - until the clock ticked away the precious minutes alone and reality returned.
âI have to score a point today,â he whispered like he was confessing a sin and he tipped his head back to stare at the roof. âNo point, no seat. That's the deal.â
âCan they do that with your contract?â
âThey can do whatever they want, sweetheart. Iâm lucky they let me go this long without contributing.â
You cupped his face and tipped it forward so he was forced to look you in the eyes. âThere are more ways to contribute to the team than just scoring points. You spend hours in the simulator every week so they can get their precious data.â
âAnd then I go and cost them $250k when I crash,â he laughed humorlessly and dropped his forehead to yours. âI think this is it. Iâm tired and itâs so hard to enjoy it now. Thatâs the worst part out of all of it. I used to like my job, it was all I wanted to do.â
Your thumbs caught the tears that clung to his lower lashes. âWhat do you want now?â
âI honestly have no idea, I just know I want to be wherever you are.â
A knock at the door interrupted the promise you were going to make and someone in a Williamâs shirt said it was time to head back to the garage before ducking back out of the room.
âI love youâ you whispered between the kisses you traced across the bow of his lips. âI want you to go out there today and forget James and points and all that stuff and just enjoy the race. I have watched you give everything to this team but today I want you to be selfish, okay? Enjoy it out there or itâs all for nothing, no matter the outcome. And when you get out of that car I will be waiting for you, arms wide open.â
Logan closed his eyes and exhaled a shuddering breath before he captured your lips in a passionate kiss that left you both breathless. Resolute and proud, he stood up and placed you on his feet before grabbing his cap and slapping it on his head. âIâll see you at the finish line.â
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Texas Orange
SUMMARY: Heavily based on the song "Tennesse Orange" by Megan Moroney. You're in the early stages of your relationship with Glen and he takes you to a Texas football game with him.
**This was my first time writing about Glen himself and not one of his characters. I really loved the idea and the song that inspired this fic, however think I may stick to writing his characters instead of him as a person in the future. **
WARNINGS: None
WORD COUNT: 5.4k
The Texas sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the landscape as you and Glen drive through the winding roads of Austin. The truck hums steadily beneath you, the air conditioning a welcome relief from the sweltering heat outside.
You glance over at Glen, dressed in a black t-shirt with the orange Texas Longhorns symbol emblazoned on the chest, and a white Longhorns baseball cap turned backward on his head. His sunglasses shield his eyes from the bright light, and with one hand on the wheel, he holds your hand gently in the other. You glance over at him, and the corners of his mouth lift into a smile when he catches you looking at him.
"This is amazing," you say, taking in the sprawling hills and the way the cityscape rises in the distance. "I can't believe I've never been here before."
Glen chuckles, his voice low and smooth, the kind of sound that makes you feel instantly at ease. "I still can't believe that. Austin's pretty great. But, I mean, you grew up on the coast, right? Plenty of beauty there too."
You nod, your mind flashing back to memories of ocean breezes and sandy beaches, a world away from the vast, open skies of Texas. "Yeah, but it's different. I've never seen anything quite like this."
He grins, squeezing your hand gently. "You're gonna love it here. Plus, this is only the start. Wait till you see the stadium-it's a whole other world."
You laugh, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves bubble up inside you. "Speaking of the stadium, I've got to admit something. I've never actually been to a football game before. My family wasn't really into sports growing up."
Glen's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he quickly recovers with a teasing grin. "You've never been to a game? Well, that changes today. Texas football is like a religion around here. It's something you just have to experience.
"Hopefully I'll fit in okay," you say, half-joking. The thought of stepping into the massive stadium, surrounded by thousands of passionate fans, is both thrilling and a little daunting.
He chuckles, his voice warm with affection. "Don't worry, I'll be right there with you. We'll ease you into it. Plus, my folks are going to be so excited to meet you they're gonna forget about the game, at least for a minute."
The mention of his family makes your stomach flip. This is a big step, meeting his family, even if you've both been keeping things casual. There's a part of you that wonders if this trip is more than just a casual one for Glen.
"What are they like? Your family, I mean," you ask, trying to keep your tone light.
Glen's expression softens, a fond smile playing on his lips. "They're great. They'll love you, I promise. My mom might be a little overwhelming at first, but that's just because she cares so much. And my dad, well he's the quiet type, but once you get him talking about anything Texas-related, you won't be able to get him to stop."
You smile at the thought, feeling a bit more at ease. "They sound like a good bunch."
"They are," Glen says, his voice sincere. "And they're going to love you. How could they not?"
His words bring warmth to your chest, and you squeeze his hand in return. "I hope so."
As the two of you continue to drive further into Austin, Glen gives you a mini tour. He points out a few landmarks - his favorite taco place, the park where he used to hang out with friends, and a music venue where he once saw an incredible show. You listen, soaking in every detail, feeling a sense of connection to this place that Glen clearly loves so much.
"Here we are," Glen says as he pulls into a parking spot near the stadium. The massive structure looms ahead, a sea of burnt orange and white, alive with energy even from a distance.
You take a deep breath, a mixture of anticipation and nerves swirling inside you. "This is it, huh?"
"This is it," Glen confirms, turning to you with a smile that melts away any lingering doubts. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be," you say, smiling back at him.
As you step out of Glen's truck, you notice that nearly everyone around you is decked out in burnt orange and white. Texas Longhorns hats, jerseys, and t-shirts, all show their pride. The sea of matching colors makes you acutely aware that you're the only one not wearing any team gear.
Glen steps around the truck to join you, noticing the way your eyes scan the crowd. He gives you a playful nudge with his elbow. "Feeling a little out of place?"
You laugh, shrugging slightly. "Just a bit. I think I missed the memo on the dress code."
Without missing a beat, Glen reaches up to the back of his head and pulls off the white Longhorns cap he's been wearing. He turns it around in his hands before stepping closer to you. "Here, you can wear this. Can't have you being the odd one out."
Before you can respond, he's already placing the cap on your head. His fingers brush against your hair as he adjusts the fit, making sure it sits just right. You tilt your head up at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "How do I look?"
Glen takes a step back to admire his work, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You look great in Orange. Might even say you wear it better than I do."
You roll your eyes playfully, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "You might be biased."
"Maybe," he says with a grin, his eyes sparkling with affection. "But I'm also right."
As you walk towards the section of the parking lot reserved for tailgating, Glen drapes an arm over your shoulders, keeping you close. "Tell you what, we'll hit up the merch stand once we're inside. Gotta get you a t-shirt to complete the look."
"You don't have to do that," you start to protest, but Glen shakes his head.
"I want to," he insists, squeezing your shoulder lightly. "Consider it part of the full Texas football experience."
You smile up at him, feeling more at ease with every step. "Alright, but only if you help me pick it out."
"Deal," Glen says, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your temple before leading you into the sea of orange and white.
The aroma of sizzling barbecue fills the air as you and Glen approach the tailgating area. Rows of trucks and RVs are lined up in the parking lot, each decked out in burnt orange. Flags bearing the Texas Longhorns logo flutter in the breeze, and the sounds of laughter, music, and clinking bottles create a festive atmosphere.
Glen leads you through the crowd with a confident stride, his hand securely holding yours. As you near a large, lively group gathered around a grill, Glen spots his family and friends.
"There they are," he says, nodding towards the group. "Ready to meet everyone?"
You take a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "Ready as I'll ever be."
Glen gives your hand a reassuring squeeze as you approach the group. His mom, Cyndy, is the first to spot the two of you, and her face lights up with a welcoming smile. She's a petite woman with a warm demeanor, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she waves you over.
"There you are!" Cyndy calls out, pulling Glen into a quick hug before turning her attention to you. "And you must be the one we've been hearing so much about. I'm Cyndy, it's so nice to finally meet you!"
You return her smile, instantly feeling at ease with her friendly nature. "It's great to meet you too. Glen's told me a lot about you."
"Oh, I'm sure he has," Cyndy says with a wink before pulling you into a hug. "Welcome, sweetheart."
Next, Glen's dad, Glen Sr., steps forward with a firm handshake and a nod. He's tall and broad-shouldered, with a quiet strength about him. "Good to have you here," he says simply, but the warmth in his tone is unmistakable.
Then, Glen's sisters Lauren and Leslie, each take their turn to greet you. Lauren gives you a friendly smile. "You're braver than I would be, meeting the whole crew at once like this. They can be a handful, but you'll be fine."
Leslie nudges Glen playfully. "You didn't warn her about us, did you?"
Glen laughs, shaking his head. "I figured I'd let you all speak for yourselves."
As you exchange pleasantries, more of Glen's friends and extended family members join in, introducing themselves and welcoming you with open arms. Someone hands you a cold drink, and before you know it, you're standing around a grill piled high with burgers, sausages, and all the fixings, soaking in the pre-game atmosphere.
The conversation quickly turns to stories about Glen's past. A few of his college buddies, each with a beer in hand, are eager to share some of their favorite memories.
"Remember that time Glen tried to impress a girl by riding a mechanical bull at that honky-tonk?" One of them starts, a grin spreading across his face.
"Oh, I remember!" Another chimes in. "He was so confident, strutted right up there like he was gonna show everyone how it's done. Lasted about five seconds before he got thrown off and landed flat on his back."
The group erupts in laughter, and even Glen can't help but chuckle at the memory. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he says shaking his head. "At least I gave it a shot."
Cyndy leans in closer to you, a glint in her eye. "That's nothing compared to the time he and his sister decided to 'borrow' my car when they were kids. Thought they'd take a little joyride around the neighborhood...until they crashed it into a mailbox."
"Oh no!" You gasp, unable to suppress a laugh.
Lauren grins, shaking her head at the memory. "We were grounded for months. Glen thought he was so slick, but he didn't realize the mailbox he hit belonged to one of Dad's friends."
"Yep," Glen Sr adds with a rare smile, "and that's how they learned not to mess with my car."
The easy banter and lighthearted stories quickly dissolve any lingering nerves you have. Glen's family and friends are down-to-earth, welcoming you into their inner circle as if you've always been a part of it. The more they share, the more you see the depth of their bond and the way they care for each other.
As you take another bite of your burger, you look over at Glen, who's been watching you with a soft smile. "You doing okay?" he asks quietly, leaning in so only you can hear.
You nod, feeling completely at ease now. "Yeah, I'm doing great. Your family's wonderful."
His smile widens as he places a hand gently on your back. "I'm glad you think so. They're a little crazy, but they're mine."
"And now I guess I'm part of them too," you say with a playful grin.
Glen's eyes light up at your words, and he leans in to press a quick, affectionate kiss to your lips. "Yeah, I guess you are."
Just then, one of Glen's friends raises his drink and shouts "Hook 'em, Horns!" The entire group responds in unison, raising their hands in the iconic "Hook 'em Horns" gesture, with pinkies and index figures extended with the thumb tucked grasping the second and third fingers.
You try to mimic the gesture, but you don't quite cooperate. Glen catches your struggle and chuckles softly. "Here, let me help," he says, gently taking your hand in his.
With his warm fingers guiding yours, Glen carefully adjusts your hand, making sure your pinky and index fingers are extended and your thumb tucks the other fingers. His touch is gentle and precise, and you can't help but feel a little flutter in your chest as he concentrates on getting it just right.
"How's that?" you ask, looking up at him with a smile.
He gives your hand a final tweak before stepping back to admire his work. "Perfect," he says, his voice soft and affectionate. "Now you're officially part of the team."
You laugh, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. "Guess I really am one of you now."
The group continues to laugh and share stories as the sun begins to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the gathering. The pre-game atmosphere, filled with the sounds of sizzling food, clinking bottles, and cheerful banter, is everything you imagined - and more. With Glen's arm draped comfortably around your shoulders and the "Hook 'em Horns" gesture nailed down, you feel a sense of belonging that surprises you in the best possible way.
As the tailgate winds down and the anticipation for the game grows, Glen wraps his arm around your waist, guiding you through the throng of excited fans heading towards the stadium. The air is filled with the sounds of chanting, music, and the collective buzz of thousands of supporters, all eager for the big game.
"Ready for the full game day experience?" Glen asks, glancing over at you with a grin.
You nod, feeling a mixture of excitement and curiosity. "Definitely. Lead the way."
As you approach the entrance, Glen veers off towards a merchandise stand just inside the gate, keeping his promise to get you your very own Texas Longhorns shirt. The stand is awash with burnt orange and white, offering everything from t-shirts to hoodies, foam fingers, and even Longhorns-themed sunglasses.
"Okay, let's find you something," Glen says, scanning the racks of shirts. He picks out a simple, yet classic burnt orange t-shirt with the Texas Longhorns logo emblazoned across the front. Holding it up to you, he grins "How about this one?"
You take the shirt from him, feeling the soft fabric between your fingers. "It's perfect," you say, already imagining yourself fitting right in with the sea of orange in the stadium.
Glen pays for the shirt and then hands it back to you. "Go ahead and try it on. Let's see how it looks."
You pull the t-shirt over your white tank top, the bright orange contrasting perfectly with your outfit. As you smooth the fabric down, Glen steps back to admire the look.
"Hold on," he says, reaching for the white Texas Longhorns baseball cap he had been wearing earlier. With a playful grin, he gently places it back on your head, adjusting the brim so it sits just right. His fingers linger for a moment, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
You look up at him, a smile playing on your lips. "How do I look?"
Glen's gaze softens as he takes you in, a warm smile spreading across his face. "You look great," he says, his voice filled with genuine affection. "I think orange might be your color."
You laugh softly, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "Guess I'm officially part of the team now."
"Absolutely," Glen replies, leaning in to brush a quick kiss against your forehead. "Now, let's get to our seats."
With his arm comfortably draped around your shoulders, Glen guides you through the bustling concourse and up towards the exclusive box seats he reserved for you, his family, and close friends. As you walk, you can't help but notice a few heads turning, whispers following in your wake. It's clear that Glen's presence isn't going unnoticed.
But Glen seems unfazed by the attention, focused entirely on making sure you're comfortable and enjoying yourself. "Don't worry," he says, sensing your unease as you pass by a group of fans who seem to be debating whether or not to approach. "The suite will give us a bit of privacy. It's just us and the people we want to be with."
You give him a grateful smile, relieved at the thought of a more private space. "That sounds perfect."
When you reach the suite, a staff member opens the door, revealing a spacious, comfortable area with large windows offering an unobstructed view of the field. The room is decked out with cozy seating, a fully stocked fridge, and even a table spread with game day snacks.
Glen's family is already there, mingling and settling in, and they greet you warmly as you enter. You quickly realize that this box isn't just a place to watch the game - it's a space where you can relax, enjoy the company, and soak in the experience without any interruptions.
Glen guides you to a seat near the window, right next to him. As you take in the view of the field below, and the energy of the crowd that's starting to pile into the stadium, you feel a sense of excitement bubbling up.
"So, what do you think?" Glen asks, settling in beside you, his hand casually resting on your knee.
You turn to him, your smile reflecting the excitement you feel. "It's incredible."
Glen grins, clearly pleased. "I'm glad you're here," he says giving your knee a gentle squeeze. "Now, get ready for some real Texas football."
Suddenly, the lights dim, and the giant screen at the far end of the stadium flickers to life. The Texas Longhorns logo appears, and the crowd erupts into cheers. You glance over at Glen, who is grinning ear to ear, clearly caught up in the excitement.
"Here they come," he says, nodding towards the tunnel at the edge of the field.
The sound of drums fills the air as the Texas Longhorns marching band begins playing. The brass instruments gleam under the stadium lights and the rhythm of the drums pulses through the stands, making your heart beat a little faster.
As the band starts playing the school fight song, the crowd rises to their feet, the familiar tune echoing throughout the stadium. Glen stands up, pulling you to your feet with him. The sight is breathtaking - the sea of burnt orange, the flags waving proudly, and the booming voices of thousands of fans all joining together in the song.
Glen leans in close, his voice just above a whisper in your ear. "You've got to sing along, it's tradition."
You smile nervously, not sure what the words are, but Glen's enthusiasm is contagious. As the band reaches the chorus, Glen starts singing, his voice blending with the roar of the crowd. "Texas Fight! Texas Fight! And it's goodbye to A&M..."
You start to hum along to the words, your soft voice, almost drowned out by the thousands of others. But Glen's infection energy pulls you in. His eyes spark with excitement. "Louder!" he urges, his grin widening.
You laugh, feeling the last of your hesitation melt away as you throw yourself into the chant, clapping along with the beat and shouting the words with enthusiasm. Glen's pride is evident, and he can't hide his delight at seeing you get into the spirit of the game.
As the team bursts onto the field, the stadium erupts into a thunderous roar. The players, clad in their iconic burnt orange and white uniforms, charge out of the tunnel, the sight of them stirring a fresh wave of excitement into the crowd. The band crescendos into the final notes of the fight song, and the noise level reaches a fever pitch.
Glen wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as the team lines up on the field. "What do you think?" he asks, his voice barely audible over the noise.
You look up at him, your heart racing with the excitement of the moment. "It's amazing," you reply, your smile wide and genuine. "I can see why you love this so much."
As the players take their positions on the field, the atmosphere in the stadium becomes electric. The roar of the crowd swells, and you can feel the anticipation vibrating through the stands. You're fully immersed in the excitement, your earlier nerves replaced with growing enthusiasm as Glen points out different players and explains the significance of the game.
Just as you start to relax, the opening kickoff is moments away. You're leaning forward in your seat, eyes glued to the field when suddenly - BOOM!
The deafening sound of Smokey the Cannon firing catches you completely off guard. You jump in your seat, your heart racing as the shock of the blast reverberates through your chest.
Glen, noticing your startled reaction, can't help but chuckle. "Sorry, I should've warned you about that," he says, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. His laugh is warm and affectionate, and he pulls you close, resting his chin on your shoulder. "That's Smokey the Cannon. It fires off at every kickoff. Just part of the tradition."
You lean into his embrace, your initial fright quickly fading as you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back. "I think I just aged a few years," you say with a laugh, trying to shake off the lingering adrenaline. "I wasn't expecting that at all."
Glen's grip tightens slightly, his way of reassuring you. "It's loud, but you'll get used to it," he says, his voice gentle and comforting in your ear. "Trust me, by the end of the game, you'll be waiting for it."
You turn your head to catch his eye, feeling a smile tug at the corners of your mouth. "I'll take your word for it," you reply, your nerves settling as you take comfort in his closeness.
The game kicks off, and the action on the field immediately draws you back in. As the players clash, the crowd erupts into cheers and groans, their energy contagious. Glen keeps you close, his arm draped over your shoulders, and you find yourself getting more and more caught up in the excitement of it all.
Throughout the game, Glen is right there, guiding you through the experience. He explains the rules as plays unfold, pointing out the strategy behind each move. "See how the quarterback is scanning the field?" he says at one point. "He's looking for an open receiver, someone who can catch the ball and make a run for it."
You nod, trying to absorb the information. "It's a lot more complicated than I thought," you admit, appreciating his patience.
Glen grins, his eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. "That's what makes it fun," he says. "Once you start to understand the strategy, it's like watching a chess match...only with a lot more action."
As the game progresses, you find yourself cheering along with the crowd, your earlier nerves completely forgotten. Glen's explanations help you feel more connected to the game, and his excitement is infectious. Each time something exciting happens on the field - a touchdown, a particularly good tackle - he turns to you with a grin, eager to share the moment.
"Did you see that?" he asks after a particularly impressive play, his eyes alight with excitement. "That's what they call a 'Hail Mary' - a long pass to try and score a touchdown when time's running out."
You nod, caught up in the moment. "I think I'm starting to get the hang of this," you say, feeling a sense of pride as you follow the flow of the game.
Glen leans in, his voice low and full of affection. "You're doing great," he says, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad you're here with me."
You smile up at him, the warmth of his words making your heart flutter. "Me too," you reply, feeling more at home in the stadium with each passing moment.
As the game continues, the two of you settle into a comfortable rhythm - Glen explaining plays, you cheering along with the crowd, and both of you enjoying the shared experience. It's a day filled with excitement, but also with moments of quiet connection, each one deepening the bond between you.
And by the time Smokey the Cannon fires off again, you barely flinch - too caught up in the thrill of the game and the warmth of Glen's presence beside you.
The final whistle blows and the stadium erupts in a sea of burnt orange and white. Texas has won, and the energy in the air is electric. Fans are cheering, hugging, and celebrating as the Longhorns players wave to the crowd before making their way off the field. You can't help but get caught up in the excitement, clapping along as the band strikes up the fight song one last time.
As the crowd begins to thin out, Glen helps you gather your things, and the two of you make your way out of the suite. The halls of the stadium are still buzzing with excitement, fans streaming toward the exits, chatting excitedly about the game. You notice a few people casting glances your way - recognition flickering in their eyes as they realize who Glen is.
You feel a flutter of nervousness in your chest as the looks become more frequent. The idea of being recognized, of suddenly being in the spotlight, is overwhelming. But before the anxiety can take hold, Glen reaches for your hand. His grip is firm, and reassuring, and he gives you a comforting smile.
"Don't worry," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "I'm right here."
His words and his touch soothe you, and you take a deep breath, focusing on the warmth of his hand in yours rather than the curious glances around you. Together, you navigate through the crowd, Glen's presence beside you acting as an anchor, keeping you steady.
As you step out into the cool evening air, the noise of the stadium fades behind you, replaced by the more distant sounds of fans celebrating in the parking lot. The crowd is thinning out, and the atmosphere feels less intense, allowing you to finally relax.
Glen leads you to his truck, and as you approach it, he glances over at you, his expression softening. "So...your first Texas game," he says as he opens the passenger door for you. "What did you think? Did it live up to the hype?"
Your smile, climbing into the truck and settling into the seat. "It really did," you reply, your tone reflecting the surprise in your voice. "I didn't think I'd get so caught up in it, but I did. The energy, the crowd, the way everyone was so passionate...it was contagious."
Glen closes the door and walks around to the driver's side, sliding into the seat beside you. He doesn't start the truck right away, instead turning slightly to face you, his gaze soft and warm.
"I'm really glad you came," he says, his voice sincere. "It means a lot to me to share this with you."
You feel your heart swell at his words, and you take a moment to let them sink in. "I'm glad I came too," you say softly, your eyes meeting his. "It's not something I ever imagined myself doing, but I'm really happy I did."
Glen reaches out and takes your hand again, his fingers intertwining with yours. "You were a great sport about everything," he says, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Even when Smokey scared the life out of you."
You laugh, shaking your head at the memory. "I'll admit, that was a bit much," you say with a grin. "But honestly, the whole experience was incredible. I see now why it's such a big deal for you."
Glen's smile widens, and for a moment, the two of you simply sit there, hands clasped, sharing a quiet, meaningful silence. The excitement of the day is still buzzing in your veins, but there's also a deeper feeling - a sense of connection, of understanding, that goes beyond just the game.
"I'm really happy you're here with me," Glen says quietly, his voice carrying a weight of emotion. "This...it all means a lot more with you by my side."
His words hit you in a way you didn't expect, and you realize just how much this day, and this man, have come to mean to you. You squeeze his hand, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the game or the crowd, but everything to do with him.
"I'm happy to be here," you reply, your voice just as soft. "With you."
For a moment, the world outside the truck seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in the stillness of the parking lot. It's a moment of quiet reflection, of mutual appreciation, and as you sit there, you realize that this experience has brought you closer to Glen in a way you hadn't anticipated.
Glen starts the engine, but before he shifts into gear, he leans over and presses a tender kiss to your lips. It's soft, sweet, and filled with unspoken emotion, a perfect ending to a day you'll never forget.
As he pulls away, you both smile at each other, the bond between you stronger than ever. As the truck rolls out of the parking lot, leaving the stadium behind, you feel a sense of contentment, knowing that this is just the beginning of something truly special.
The next morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your bedroom. You sit on the edge of your bed, phone in hand, absently twisting the brim of Glen's baseball cap between your fingers. The events of the previous day play on a loop in your mind - Glen's infectious enthusiasm, the electrifying atmosphere of the game, and the way he held your hand, guiding you through it all. A smile tugs at your lips as you remember the look in his eyes when he told you how much it meant to him to have you there.
But now, in the quiet of your room, the excitement of the game has given way to do something deeper - an unmistakable warmth in your chest, a feeling that's both exhilarating and a little terrifying. You realize that what started as casual dating has slowly grown into something more. And for the first time, you feel the need to talk to someone about it.
You take a deep breath and scroll through your contacts, landing on your mom's number. The familiar sound of the ringtone fills the room as you hold the phone to your ear, your heart beating a little faster with each passing second. Finally, you hear her voice on the other end, warm and welcoming as always.
"Hi, sweetie! How are you?" Your mom greets you, the sound of her voice instantly soothing some of your nerves.
"Hey, Mom," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm good. Just...thinking about a lot of things."
Your mom chuckles softly. "Well, it sounds like you've got something on your mind. What's going on?"
You pause for a moment, gathering your thoughts before you begin. "I met somebody, and...he's really great, Mom. he's got these green eyes that I could just get lost in, and he's so sweet. He opens doors for me, he makes me laugh, and he...he doesn't make me cry." Your voice softens as you say the last part, a small admission of how different this feels from anything you've experienced before.
There's a brief silence on the other end, and then your mom speaks, her voice gentle. "He sounds wonderful, honey. Tell me more about him."
A smile spreads across your face as you think about Glen. "He's from Texas, not exactly where we're from, but...when I'm with him, he feels like home. He's got me doing things I never thought I'd do, like going to a football game." You laugh, still a little surprised at how much you enjoyed the experience.
Your mom laughs too, a mix of surprise and amusement in her tone. "A football game? You? Never thought I'd see the day."
"I know, right?" you reply, shaking your head at the memory. "He even gave me his hat to wear because I didn't have any Texas gear. And, Mom...I liked it. I really liked it."
There's a pause, and you can almost hear your mom's smile through the phone. "It sounds like you're really falling for this guy."
You bite your lip, the truth of her words sinking in. "I think I am," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "Mama...I like him a lot. I even learned the words to the Texas Fight Song."
Your mom's laughter rings through the phone, full of warmth and understanding. "It sounds like he's got you wrapped around his finger," she teases, but there's no judgment in her voice, only happiness for you.
"Maybe he does," you say, feeling a warmth spread through you at the thought. "But...it feels right, Mom. He feels right."
Your mom's voice softens, a hint of emotion creeping in. "I'm happy for you, sweetheart. Just take things one step at a time, and follow your heart."
You nod, even though she can't see you. "Thanks, Mom. I will."
As you end the call, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. Talking to your mom has helped you put things into perspective, and you realize that you're ready to see where things go with Glen, no matter where that may lead. The thought of him brings a smile to your face, and you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement at what the future might hold.
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infinite (bakugou x reader)
summary:Â You meet every Friday at the same bridge with a mysterious boy to exchange stories about each other's week. You've never exchanged names, but the connection between the two of you grows strongerâuntil he fails to show up one day.Â
pairing:Â bakugou x gn! reader
genre:Â fluffy angst?
word count:Â 1,103
a/n:Â I'm back, but a little rusty! please let me know what you think so that I can improve my writing :)
It had happened one Friday. Then the next. And the next.
Suddenly, an entire year had passed, and the unspoken meetings had become permanently engrained in my routine. In my life.
Every Friday at 8pm, I would walk to the bridge and meet him there. We would talk for hours about everyone and everything - turns out being perfect strangers makes for perfect conversation.
But this Friday was different. Maybe it was the gravelly tone of his voice, like the side of an unpaved road. Or maybe it was the dark glitter in his red eyes, hazy yet warm, like wisps of smoke rising from the ashes.
âThe stars are infinite.â He finally spoke after several moments of silence, the wind ruffling his hair. A blonde tendril of hair fell over his left eye. I resisted the urge to push it aside, to touch.
âAnd so is the sky. And the moon.â I let his voice wash over me, before looking back up at the sky, at the stars that spanned the entire universe. The same stars that were brightly reflected in his eyes.
âBut we are ever so finite.â I murmured, instinctively finishing his thought. It was a debate we had often - how small we truly were in significance compared to the infinite spanning world.
He nodded, his eyes still on the sky. Then it suddenly hit me. While I knew this manâs stories and had glimpses of his thoughts, I didnât know something as simple as his name. I opened my mouth to ask, but when I turned, he was already gone.
Itâs okay. I could always ask him next Friday.
Except next Friday didnât come. Or the Friday after. Each day I went to the bridge, hoping, praying, that he would heed our unspoken agreement. Yet he never came.
Finally, one night, I decided this would be the last time I would wait for him. 10 minutes slowly melted into 2 hours, until it was obvious he wasnât coming and that l was an utter fool. I left, face flushed and arms shivering from the biting cold. My legs moved all on their own, right towards the nearest bar.
âEspresso martini, please.â I murmured, ready to take my mind off of everything.
While those talks may not have meant anything to him, they had meant nearly everything to me. Maybe I had just hoped that he had felt the same; that he had also found relief in talking to a perfect stranger. My mind swirled with memories - his low chuckle, sarcastic dry wit, infuriating smirk.
âYour drink.â The bartender cut off my thoughts, raising an eyebrow as I downed the drink and immediately ordered another. I looked away, a flush already rising on my cheeks, before catching sight of something familiar.
Red eyes.
He sat in a booth, nursing a beer. And though he was surrounded by people, his slouched posture and insistent foot tapping revealed his true feelings. He looked back at me and stiffened. We stared at each other, time seemingly frozen. Then he stood and walked towards me, maintaining eye contact.
When he sat down next to me, I looked away. Some part of me felt betrayed that he was spending his Friday nights like this instead of with me. Another part of me felt relieved that he was alright, that he was well.
âBakugou Katsuki.â He murmured next to me. His name. I stiffened.
Katsuki? Like the hero Dynamiteâs name?
âI shouldâve told you sooner but then I got scared. That youâd treat me differently because of my occupation-â
âSo you decided to leave?â The words come out sharpen than I intended. I feel rather than see him flinch.
âThere were emergencies. I was on call for the past couple of Fridays.â
âAnd today?â
He let out a deep sigh.
âI was there. Watching you.â He paused, as if waiting for me to interject. I stayed silent. He cleared his throat.
âI thought about how life is so finite. How Iâm so finite. But then, thereâs you.â He turned to me, trying to look into my eyes. I refused to meet his gaze.
âYou made me feel like it doesnât matter if life is finite, as long as I can spend more time with you. And suddenly, Fridays didnât feel enough. And that⌠that scared me.â He stopped for a second, swallowing. I met his eyes, and this time they were burning hot, like red coals being stoked in a fire.
âAnd then- well, then I thought about how if life is so finite, then you shouldnât be wasting your time talking to me because there are so many other people that are better than me. People that could make sure youâre happy and safe.â
âBakugouâŚâ I expected the name to feel foreign on my tongue, but it somehow felt just right.
You do make me happy. Make me feel safe. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words died in my throat. He continued.
âPutting myself in danger to save others is easy, and itâs my job. But being with you? That would be like painting a target on your back. And I could never put you in danger for the sake of my own happiness. Ever.â
I understood. It made sense why he wanted us to remain perfect strangers. This way we could still be in each others lives without the risk of villains finding out, finite together. When things remained finite, it was safer because you knew the boundaries and limitations. You knew that at some point, it would end.
While I understood, I also didnât agree.
âIf weâre finite anyway,â I whispered hoarsely, finally meeting his gaze. âThen screw it. Letâs just do it.â
âBut-â
âYou make me happy. And you will continue to make me happy. Finitely or infinitely, it doesn't matter to me.â I peered into his eyes, pleading. We stared at each other for a moment, and I knew.
The stars were still in his eyes. And they were infinite.
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PAC - what are peoples first impression of you?
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PILE ONE
reading:
< five of pents, ten of cups, nine of cups >
peoples first impressions of you consist of thinking you have a wall. youâre the type of person where someone can look into your eyes or talk to you for five minutes and can tell youâve been through something. but this is something that you donât dwell on. if anything they think you donât want them to pity you. you want them to see you as confident, committed, and stern. that whatever has happened to you didnât break you, nothing can. youâre like the phoenix. instead of falling you rise up even bigger and better. you turn your weakness into strengths and inspire others with this energy. they think upon first meeting that you have a cold demeanor, youâre nonchalant and take no bullshit, but when they actually get to know you they understand youâre just picky with who you open up to. youâre in the midst of healing, and everyone who comes across you, you bring them down that road too. something about you just first being around people makes them want to open up to you as well. you feel familiar to others, as everything is okay for them to let down that fragile wall and be vague. If youâre a woman, with guys, they think you play hard to get when you in reality you donât like superficial things. people think you are the entire package, the IT girl/guy. THAT girl/guy. sophisticated, smart, humbled, and only interested in making money and bettering yourself. they think you have a great life ahead and that youâre going far. you could be very spiritual or religious. either way, you like sharing your knowledge and deep intellectual debates with others. people often feel insecure and intimidated by you upon first meeting you, but also canât help but to be attracted to your pure dark energy. im getting Pisces/8th energy. you could be very ethereal looking or may come of enigmatic to others. people donât know why they are so heavily drawn to you, but they are. could be to the point of subtle obsession.
PILE TWO
reading:
< three of swords, eight of swords, king of pents >
peoples first impression of you is that they think you are a heart breaker. that you give off good energy that you are a free spirit and carry a lot of spunk. you are on the road to building your success so you donât spend much time wondering about other people and their business. Iâm hearing you donât stay around in anybodys life for long or itâs hard to keep up with you. you could know a lot of people, have a lot of friends but you could be a very distant person. the type where every one will know you on some social level, but you only pop out to events when you want. people think youâre pretty chill, cool, and detached but also the life of the party. very much into the belief of YOLO. you could be a an Aquarius or have 11th H placements. they think you are very unique and not afraid to express yourself or stand up for people who others think are below them. you couldâve met a lot of people at a social humanitarian event or a lot of your relationships that you built could have started from something you truly believe in or value in the physical world. people think you have a good head on your shoulders and that youâre a very mature person. you may be young but when others speak with you the first time you give them a physical example of how age doesnât coincide with wisdom. you come off as elegant and classy or speak with a open ethical mind. thereâs an airy aura surrounding you and you make people feel like they can speak to you about anything.
PILE THREE
reading:
< seven of wands, six of pents, two of wands >
people think you have a lot of sex appeal. youâre someone feisty and knows how to defend yourself by having a nasty come back when someone tryâs to challenge you. but just like you could have a ruthless side, you are a very generous person. your personality could fluctuate or you could just come off very moody. people think you have a lot of energy and is not afraid to stand up and go against something that doesnât sit right with you. you like to fight for what you believe in and you donât take no for an answer. you could speak or carry yourself with great authority. your voice may be very loud and clear, or maybe even deep. people think you can control your facial expressions or keep your emotions in check. you come off very passionately about the justice of others and especially your beliefs. upon people first meeting you, you may treat them as if they have already been your friend. asking if they are okay, making sure they donât feel left out or helping them out if they donât have something.
PILE FOUR
reading:
< seven of cups, four of wands, three of pents >
other peoples first impression of you is that you may be an idealist, goal oriented, and all over the place. Iâm seeing the page of cups even though I didnât get that card. when I say âall over the placeâ though, I donât exactly mean like moody. all over the place as in you have a lot of dreams you want to accomplish, and you are making sure you are putting in your efforts to insure victory. you seem like a party person or someone who likes to socialize. you have connections everywhere or you tend to make friends with people right off of the bat. everybody knows you or wants to be friends with you. youâre more like a leader rather than a follower. youâre funny and outgoing and anybody can just vibe with you. Iâm getting heavily âcrazy, sexy, coolâ type chick/guy. you look hot to a lot of people. sometimes, off first glance, people may only think about that and project their thoughts of you being superficial, but youâre not and when people start talking to you they see you have a lot more to offer than just looks. they think you have a mouth on you too. that you can retort back to any dismissive comments someone throws at you. If youâre a woman, the first thing guys notice about you are either your boobs or curly hair. some people think you give off milf vibes. either way, peoples first impressions of you are that youâre like the cool mom friend or just that one boujee OCD vibrant person.
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crying just a little too hard about this news. RIP to Mr. James Earl Jones⌠an indisputable legend of cinema and theatre. Thank you for playing such a significant role in my childhoodâ your gifts, talents, charisma, and generosity are known world wide and will never be forgotten. May the road rise up to meet you, and the wind be always at your back.
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wc: 0.5k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, mention of praise, not proofread, post-time skip, my booty writing
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Ö´-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to treat you with the world's utmost care. His every approach with you is like you're being pampered even if it's the most little acts of love. For example, he'd follow the side walk rule, tie your laces when he notices that they're untied, hold your bags and opens every door for you.
-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to love just being with you. He'd love to just cuddle with you on the couch cozily as you watch some sort of comedy or romcom. He loves holding you as both of your warmth mixes together, he'd also love giving you kisses on the top of your head.
-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to love going on road trips with you. He'd book out all the hotels and plan out routes and schedules for the touristy spots so you can both enjoy them together. He'd love just walking around somewhere new with you, exploring the world hand in hand.
-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to check in with you on the phone while he's out patrolling. He wants to know if you've ate or just overall talking care of your own health. He loves to know what you have been up to the whole day with frequent phone calls, your voice simply just comforts him.
-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to LOVE when you cook him food. But if what you serve him doesn't taste right, he'd still eat it and tell you it's good because you made it for him with love. His face may tell a different story though...
-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to love holding your hands, or having your arms around his biceps. He loves knowing that you want to be with him at his side at all times.
-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to have your parents absolutely love him. Upon first meeting him he's literally become their son. Daichi's out there helping your parents set up the dinner table and maybe even with the cooking. They love his refreshing and down to earth energy, especially how grounded his love for you is.
-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to praise you throughout the whole time you're taking him. He loves to pepper you kisses starting from your face down to your torso while saying something like 'you feel so good.. and look so gorgeous beneath me.'
-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to put you into a mating press when you want him to go ham inside of you, especially when you're going feral over each other. He enjoys having your legs pushed down all the way down towards your chest, mainly having his strong hands under your plush thighs as he sees them squeeze out from the sides.
-Daichi, the type of boyfriend to have you all cleaned up in bed while holding you to sleep. He'd coo in your ear how you're literally the love of his life as he watches your breathing pace slowly rise and fall, waiting for you to fall asleep before he's able to drift off.
masterlist here
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#haikyuu time skip#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu fluff#sawamura daichi#daichi x reader#haikyuu daichi#hq daichi#daichi sawamura#daichi sawamura x reader#daichi x y/n#daichi smut#daichi fluff#sawamura daichi x reader#daichi x you#daichi haikyuu#daichi headcanons#daichi scenarios#daichi imagines
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howdy!! two literal people have asked for some andreil rec so here they are!! my most favest fics EVER in the first 60 ao3 pages (I'll keep updating tho as I read!)
Not yours to bleed:
The Pros were never in the cards. Not for an ex-medicated alleged psychotic with a dysfunctional family and an Exy career heâd rather not have. But even if it wasn't his first choice, no matter what happens, it canât possibly be worse than that one fucked up sophomore year when he stood toe to toe with the Yakuza-and won.
At least, thatâs what Andrew thinks until a familiar face shows up.
Another Raven!Neil AU. Or, the one where the boys donât meet until the Pros.
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**Updates every other Wednesday, whatever hell may come.**
The Sun Still Rises:
Somewhere on the road, Mary Hatford gets pregnant with her second child. When she passes, she leaves behind not only Neil, but his toddler brother. Survival is difficult without also raising a kid. Worn out and desperate, Neil still somehow ends up at Palmetto, only this time, he brings his four-year-old brother with him.
TALE OF A MARTYR IN XII PARTS:
Neil closes his eyes and counts the things that he knows:
One: Death has a name.
Two: He has met Death before. Several times, in fact.
Three: Someone is trying to kill him. Permanently. But it's only kind of working.
Or, the one in which Andrew is the Grim Reaper, Neil is very, very good at dying, over and over and over again. They teach each other a few things over the centuries.
Hearthlines:
The Fae king and queens have gone away, closing the knowes behind them and abandoning their offspring to the mortal world. As the Fae have spread far and wide, their bloodlines thinning if not vanishing forever as they flee from mortal persecution... two Fae have found a way to reopen the knowes - Kayleigh Day and Tetsuji Moriyama. The Fae regroup once more, the balance of power shifted amongst them, and 'changelings' appear now and then in the mortal population.
Andrew Doe is one of those changelings, a young child suffering in the foster system, shunned by his peers for some reason and hearing voices in his head.
Alex - the latest name gifted to him by a charm - is on the run along with his mother from his father, using their talents as shadow walkers to slide between worlds and stay one step ahead of the powerful Fae. Except even that is not enough anymore. Except that's not Alex's only talent.
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An urban fantasy where I throw Fae, necromancy and magic at TFC characters, pretty much!
Scared to Live (But I'm Scared to Die):
Neil Josten goes to the Nest for Andrew, but he stays for a lot more.
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"I'm sorry Coach," he muttered.
"For what kid?" Wymack shifted. "You've got to give me something to work with here."
Wymack watched the thin traces of sorrow as paper exchanged hands and he was looking down at a contract with the Edgar Allan Raven's.
"I signed them Coach, I'm sorry."
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The one where Neil doesn't come back from Winter Break.
Amor Vincit Omnia:
âI said it already,â the man said, âYour cluster.â
âBut what does that mean?â Neil asked.
âIt means that you are no longer just you,â the man said tersely, âCongratulations.â
It didnât feel like anything worth celebrating.
A Sense8 AU where the foxes all share one subconscious and kick a lot of ass
The Real Thing:
Andrew was more than willing to turn down the Ravens' offer to be their newest goalie, unwilling to play five more years of Exy - let alone for someone with a too-sharp smile and a manic gleam in their eyes.
That was, until he realized that a member of their Perfect Court was his soulmate. (That was, until Riko Moriyama realized that Nathaniel Wesninski, the Ravens' #3 in waiting, was Andrew's soulmate.)
Andrew always knew that Fate loved tormenting him, he didn't need a reminder yet again via a too-attractive soulmate who appeared to loathe him. Yet things aren't always what they seem, especially in the Nest.
mad girl says she's wolf-proof:
Keeping her grip light on Ninaâs throat, Andrea drops her gaze to her plump lips. She smilesâcoldly, slowly. Fangs on fangs. Salt tombstones. It is not a nice smile, none of Andreaâs smiles are, but Ninaâs eyes are stuck in it regardless. âAnd I will answer, all the better to eat you with.â
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(Andrea Dobson vs girlhood and lycanthropy.)
lessons in caretaking:
Neil was acting shifty, and Andrew knew why; that motherfucker was leaving. Despite the promise between them, Neil was prepping to run. Andrew wasn't upset about that, not at all. After all, if notorious Neil "No-Swing" Josten needed to leave after Andrew admitted his desires regarding his proximity to Neil's shorts, who was Andrew to stop him. But that doesn't explain why Neil was stealing socks, or why he wanted Andrew's clothes.
Whatever. That was probably unrelated.
Sauntering Vaguely Downwards:
Theyâve known each other since the Beginning. Not the Beginning Beginningâthey didnât meet until after the War in Heaven, where they kept to their own sides, or until after the subsequent Fall. It wasnât even until after the Exodus from Eden, but only by a couple minutes. Theyâve witnessed the rise and fall of empires, sampled all the cuisines the world has to offer, and weathered several very silly fashion trends.
Andrew doesnât think theyâre friends, exactly, but it is natural to become accustomed to the presence of the only other being who has been around more or less consistently for six millennia. It wasnât anything more meaningful than that.
A Good Omens AU where Andrew is a grumpy angel, Neil is a sharp-tongued serpent, and it takes them literally six thousand years to figure out they belong together.
#aftg#neil josten#andreil#all for the game#andrew minyard#aaron minyard#andreil fic#fic rec#aftg fic rec#aftg fic
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WRAPPED UP IN A BOW â QUINN HUGHES
quinn hughes x fem!reader
12 DAYS OF KINKMAS
summary: in which y/n welcomes Quinn home with a gift
warnings: NSFW CONTENT, praise, oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected). (3.1k words)
notes: welcome to day 8 of the 12 days of kinkmas!
a week. seven days. one hundred and sixty-eight hours.
thatâs how long my husband has been out of town.
four road games done and over with and now heâs finally coming home to me.
in retrospect, getting married at the very end of the summer wasn't the best decision Quinn and i have ever made. with no time for a honeymoon before he had to be back in Vancouver for training camp, and then hockey season starting, we've had barely any time to relax and bask in the joy of being newlyweds.
which may be why i'm feeling particularly in the holiday spirit. one more home game and then we get almost an entire week to laze around, celebrate the holidays, and just enjoy the life of being newly married.
iâve spent the last three days decorating our apartment; a wreath on the front door, our tree with ornaments hung gently on the branches, mistletoe over every doorway. miscellaneous holiday themed trinkets are scattered throughout our home.
but my favorite part of the past few days isnât the decor, or the music iâve had blasting, or even the christmas cookies i baked. rather, itâs the idea that popped into my head while shopping for all of the said decor online; when i found a body bow.
and after numerous hours, which were impatiently waited through, and countless youtube tutorials, i sit perched upon the end of my bed, wrapped snugly in the red satin bow.
my breasts are tied high and taut, pushed together tightly by the soft fabric and half covered by the oversized bow; while a strip of the satin reaches over one shoulder and through my legs. technically, all intimate areas are covered, but with one tug of the bow, it would all unravel, leaving me naked and ready. a present for my husband to enjoy.
my eyes are glued to my phone, Quinnâs location dancing across the screen, getting closer and closer to our apartment with each passing second.
itâs not often that i would be awake so late, waiting up for him. often times, iâm asleep when he gets back from a roadie, only waking up when i feel his strong arms wrap around me in bed.
as his location pings at our apartment complex, my heart beat rises in my chest, excitement pulling at my every atom. iâm shaky, phone haphazardly tossed onto my nightstand before i get into position; legs crossed and my weight leaned back on my hands.
it feels as though time is dragging on, towing through metaphorical mud. seconds feel like hours as i wait to hear him enter our apartment.
all the lights are off leading into our room, adding to the illusion that heâll find me fast asleep.
iâm so lost in thought, knees bouncing in exhilaration, that it isnât until i hear footsteps bounding down the hall that i realize heâs arrived. blood whirls in my ears, my skin heating up at the mere thought of his touch.
âno, sheâs probably asleep.â his words carry through the echoey hallway, âJack, iâm not waking my wife so you can ask her relationship advice. just call her tomorrow.â
i bite back a laugh as i listen to the one sided conversation with his brother. Quinnâs voice turns hushed as he gets closer to our bedroom, obviously attempting not to âwakeâ me.
the doorknob twists, the door creaking open to display my husband. his head is down, phone pressed to his ear as he carries his road bag into the room. even from here i can see the crease thats formed between his threaded brows, dark bags accentuated under his green eyes.
he turns, gently closing the door behind him with minimal noise, but when he turns back around, his eyes meet mine. his eyes widen, lips parting with a gentle huff of air before he mutters a quick parting to his brother.
âi gotta go, just call her tomorrow.â the call is quickly hung up, his phone set on the dresser with his bag, never breaking eye contact.
âwelcome home.â i watch with a crooked smirk as his eyes rake over my figure, slowly dragging down my body before scanning his way back up.
âfucking shit.â
a giggle rises up my throat at his curse, his steps towards me hurried. he sinks down to his knees, eyeing the intricate bow that graces my body. with his hands finding my knees, he carefully pulls my legs apart so that he can fit between them.
âshit, baby,â he pauses, teeth sinking into his bottom lip for a moment, âthis all for me?â
i nod, peering down at him with the most innocent eyes that i can summon.
âmhm,â my tone is quiet but sultry, âplayed so well, and i missed you so much.â
he stands, towering over me now with a dark expression, his pupils blown out in lust.
âyeah? you missed me?â he questions, coaxing a nod of my head, âhow bad?â
âso bad, Quinny.â i whine, hands grasping at his tie.
âdid you touch yourself? you push your fingers into your pretty pussy? imagine they were mine as you made yourself cum in our bed?â
his words elicit a broken whimper from my throat, my eyelids fluttering as he wraps a hand around the back of my neck, forcing me to tip my head up to him.
âdid you imagine my head between your thighs?â his voice drops, âmy tongue licking your wet cunt? making you scream?â
my legs are shaking to close, to clench together and bring some much needed relief to my soaked core; but his body blocks me from doing so.
âyes.â i breathe out, eyes closing as he dips down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss.
his tongue slips past my parted lips, the result of a sudden gasp after his fingers curl into my hair, tugging just slightly.
the kiss is messy and deep, tongueâs tangling and pushing against each other, and when he pulls away, saliva coats my lips.
âlay back, baby.â
i drop back at his demand, hair sprawling across the soft mattress behind my head, and watch as best i can as my husband lowers back down to his knees until i can no longer see him.
itâs not but a second later that i feel his soft lips brush against my inner thigh, kissing a path up my leg. an unignorable pulse sparks between my thighs, thumping harder with each kiss, as he gets closer and closer to my wet heat.
wanton moans break the silence of the room, my body quivering with lustful anticipation; but before he can reach the spot in which i need him most, he pulls back, steadily repeating the process on the opposite leg.
a muted whine pulls from my lips as he shifts his path, bypassing my covered core and kissing up my torso. our eyes lock in a heated exchange, neither set looking away, as his open mouthed kisses reach an end, the oversized bow blocking his path.
but just when i think heâll back away, he captures one tail of the bow between his teeth, slowly pulling back to unravel the satin knot. the glossy fabric falls off my chest, pooling around my body, revealing my bare breasts. my nipples are peaked with desire, stiffened by a mixture of lust and the cold air.
Quinn stares down at me, admiring my exposed figure, before he continues his journey, pressing wet kisses up my sternum. as he reaches my throat, he begins sucking, teeth grazing against my skin before he presses his tongue against it, pulling away to blow cool air against the spot.
shivers travel down my spine, my back arching up into him as he finally presses his lips against mine once more.
âso beautiful.â he mumbles, his hot breath fanning across my lips, swollen and indented with the mark of my teeth.
dragging himself back down to his knees, my jaw slackens as his breath hits my core.
âyouâre dripping for me, baby.â
his tongue darts out, licking a slow stripe up my cunt, and my head tips back further into the mattress, my legs pulled over his shoulders as he groans.
âyou really are a fucking gift.â he growls, his fingertips tightening in a bruising grip on my thighs.
my breath catches in my throat, blood rushing to my head as his tongue flattens against my clit. he wiggles it back and forth, softly playing with the bud of nerves.
my hands fly forward, tangling into the fluffy waves of hair that fall onto his forehead. as his tongue tenses, trailing down to flick into my entrance, he spreads my wetness, earning a harsh tug of his hair.
my grip coaxes a laugh of confidence from my husband, his chuckles reverberating through my core, and a screamed cry of pleasure echoes off of our bedroom walls, his name falling from my lips like a solemn prayer.
âQuinn, please,â i whimper, a single digit swiping through my wetness and making my voice falter into a high pitched moan.
âdoing so well for me, baby.â his praises set my skin alight, heartbeat thumping in my throat.
his middle finger delves slowly into me, curling up into my g-spot as his lips enclose gently around my clit. pumping in, he slowly gets me ready, slipping his index finger in when he deems me lubricated enough.
my thighs close around his head, his free hand snaking his way around to push my leg open, a choked sob of arousal leaving my throat.
i can feel my orgasm creeping up on me, my stomach tying in knots as my eyes roll back.
suckling at my clit, he rolls it softly between puckered lips, his fingers alternating between hooking upwards and scissoring my cunt, slowly stretching me out and preparing me for his cock.
as his fingers speed and his tongue begins to circle and flick against my clit, my legs shake, hands gripping tighter into his hair while curses fall from my lips.
âQuinn,â tears gather along my waterline at the immense wave of pleasure that rolls through my body, âoh my god, right there!â
the tips of his fingers push against my g-spot with every thrust, my back arching as i can feel myself get closer and closer to the edge.
my husband moans, vibrations carrying through my core and spurring me over the edge. my walls tighten around his fingers, trapping them inside of me, and my hips grind against his soft lips as i reach my release.
heavy breathing sounds through the room as i lay back in ecstasy, recovering from my intense orgasm. pulling his cum coated fingers from my dripping pussy, Quinnâs lips pull away from my swollen clit with a pop.
âyou taste like heaven.â he hums, coaxing my eyes to open, watching him suck his fingers clean of my release.
âQuinny,â i breathe out, hands reaching out to pull him forward by his tie as he rises from his knees, âi need you.â
âiâm right here, pretty girl.â he gruffs, a hand resting on the bed next to my head, holding himself up as he hovers above me.
he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the spot where my jawline meets my ear. trailing up until he reaches my chin, he suddenly diverts, his lips meeting mine in a gentle kiss.
our lips dance together, his free hand grazing up my body until he reaches my breasts. his thumb rubs over my stiffened nipple, circling it lightly before pinching, the stark contrast drawing a moan from deep within my throat.
i can feel his erection pressing against my upper thigh, my hips jolting up into his in order try and relieve some tension.
pushing lightly at his chest, Quinn immediately backs away, worry filling his eyes, âwhatâs wrong? did i do something?â
rather than answer, i sit up, beginning to untie his tie. i pull it free from his collar before my hands push at his suit jacket.
âtake it off,â i whine as my hands fumble, âall of it, Quinn. i need you. i need to see you.â
his hand cups my cheek, thumb rubbing over my cheekbone as he chuckles, eyes looking into mine.
âget up on the pillows,â he gruffs, watching with fervor as i follow his command, kicking the long forgotten satin fabric off the bed and onto the floor. âgood girl.â
sitting with my back propped on the pillows, i watch my husband undress; his suit jacket tossed on the dresser, his button up dropped to the floor as well as the undershirt, before finally the clink of his belt sounds through the silent room.
i admire his upper body as he undresses, mentally praising all the hard work and training thatâs led to his muscular arms and tight physique. my mouth waters and i yearn to press kisses to his pale torso, but i stay rooted in my spot, knowing better than to move.
fully naked, his cock stands tall, fully erect with a pink tip, precum beading at the slit, and i donât think before my hand reaches out, wrapping around his length as he crawls over me.
i squeeze just slightly, my thumb running over his tip and spreading the precum, earning a hiss of satisfaction from my husband.
âstop,â he groans, vocal chords tight, âyou want me to fuck you, right?â
i peer up at him with innocence, nodding my head quickly.
âthen donât be a greedy little slut,â my hand drops at his words, allowing him to take a deep breath, âhands and knees, baby.â
i scramble into position, craning my neck to watch his facial expressions as he grabs his base, guiding his cock through the lubricant of my residual cum.
my body shivers as he glides himself through my slick folds, wetting his dick thoroughly. he slides over clit, my legs instantly wobbling as i make a silent squeak.
âQuinn,â my voice shakes, but before i can continue, heâs pushing into me, my back contorting as he runs a hand over my spine.
âthatâs it, baby,â he coos after i let out a loud moan, âtake it like a good girl.â
i reach back with one hand, desperately grappling behind me for his touch. my request is granted when he grabs my hand, holding it in earnest as his other holds my hip.
âfuck me,â i cry, pushing backwards to sheath him entirely inside of me, âplease, i need you to fuck me.â
Quinn clicks his tongue against his teeth, my head hanging forward as he stills, teasing me. i part my lips to begin begging again, but he silences me quick, pulling entirely out before slamming back into me.
he drops my hand in favor of gripping both hips, fucking into me with harsh and unforgiving thrusts.
my arms feel like jello beneath me, quivering with every graze of his tip against my g-spot, until finally i fall to my elbows.
his thighs smack against mine, each thrust pushing me further up the bed until i have to place my palms on the headboard, keeping me steady as my knees dig into the memory foam mattress.
âso fucking wet,â he grunts, pulling my focus to the lewd sounds of his cock sliding through my wetness, âmy pretty fucking wife, so ready for me; so easy to please.â
i whine at the use of âwifeâ, the title still bringing goosebumps to the top of my flesh.
âyours,â i gasp, eyes rolling back as he slows his strokes, angling his hips for his cock to run over my g-spot, âall yours. your wife.â
âyeah, you like that, donât you?â he breathes, âyou like being my wife? you like letting me fuck you and call you mine? forever.â
his hand slides to my front, sprawling over my stomach before dipping down to let his finger apply pressure to my pulsing clit.
âyes!â i squeal, hips jerking from the pleasure, âyes, Quinn, yes!â
his finger draws circles on my clit, thrusts speeding as i clench around him.
âwho am i?â
my stomach fills with pressure, toes curling as my hair falls into my face.
âmy husband!â i scream, legs shaking underneath me.
his finger never relents, my overworked clit tingling, and i can barely stutter out that iâm close before heâs leaning forward, pressing kisses to my sweat coated back.
his soft lips against my heated skin send me over the edge, my eyes drawing shut as i let out an intense breathy moan. my walls clench but his thrusts never ease, only fucking into me with more intensity as he chases his own high, and within a minute, he finds it.
his hips falter, his grip tightening on my hips as he lets out a strangled cry, ropes of cum spilling out of him and mingling with my own.
itâs silent as he stops, nothing but heavy pants and the squelching sound of him pulling out, before he lays down, finally allowing me to drop onto my stomach beside him.
a breathy chuckle leaves his lips, my face buried into the pillow beside him, and he reaches over to scoop me into his arms, helping turn my body until my head is resting in the crook of his neck.
âwhat a welcome home present.â he laughs, still out of breath, and i giggle into his neck.
âfigured you might like that.â i yawn, eyes fluttering shut as i rest a hand on his chest, âwell worth staying up.â
âhey,â he coos, head back away in order to look at me. i pry my eyes open, staring up into his, âdonât go falling asleep yet, baby. you need a bath.â
i groan, attempting to burrow further into him, âbut iâm so tired.â
he rolls his eyes at my drawn out whine, gently nudging me off of him so he can stand up.
âiâm gonna go draw a bath and get some wine. you donât fall asleep.â
i nod sleepily, pulling myself up in a sitting position to keep myself from dozing off.
itâs not but five minutes later that Quinn returns, helping me into his arms and carrying me into the bathroom. he sets me down into the hot water of the bubble bath, grabbing the wine glasses off the counter and handing them to me before he slips in behind me, taking his glass back.
having out a deep sigh, i relax into his chest, his free arm wrapping around the front of my waist.
âso,â i start, making him laugh at my tired tone, âhow was the trip?â
#faithlynnâs 12 days of kinkmas#quinn hughes#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes smut#quinn hughes fic#quinn hughes blurb#vancouver canucks#nhl smut#nhl imagine#nhl fic#faithlynnâs writings <3
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could u pls write something suuper fluffy and sweet for coriolanus? maybe itâs snowed badly and coriolanus is working from home giving reader all the more access to him and all the more needy for his love or maybe reader got a little tooo drunk at a gala and now he has to (gets to) carry her home and take care of her.
thank uuu i loce ur work đ
๨ŕ§ęŁŕ§snow day with coryo๨ŕ§ęŁŕ§ fem reader x coriolanus snow
When you wake up to a blanket of white coating the world outside your window, it makes you smile. The roses are icy, the grass invisible. The only thing in sight as far as the eye can see is the storm. Large flakes melted against the glass panes, and you reached for your blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders. It always felt nice to be cozy during a storm.
The other side of the bed was empty, as expected. Coriolanus would have woken up well before you, rising to greet his work. You could picture him removing his arm from around you and pressing a kiss to your hair before standing and going to get dressed.
Humming to yourself, you thought about going down to get a pot of tea and then bringing it back up here so you could read all bundled in your blanket. It sounded like the perfect start to the day.
Getting up and grabbing your dressing gown, you folded it around yourself and exited your room. Sure, you could have had a maid bring it up, but you wanted to make the tea yourself. The kitchen staff was accustomed to seeing you down there.
Pausing at the entrance to Coriolanus' office, you noticed the light was on. Unusual. Pushing the door open, you expected to see a servant cleaning. The sight that instead greeted you was that of your husband, brow creased as he pored over paperwork.
Tilting your head in confusion, you stepped in, coming closer to him. Once he heard you, he looked up, a tight smile crossing his face. "Darling."
"What's this?" you asked curiously, gesturing to the scene. Even though he was at home, he was wearing his suit, jacket was folded over a nearby chair, the tie loosened.
"The roads are too icy," he explained absentmindedly, scribbling something down. "I decided to work from home today."
Smiling softly, you moved in, putting a hand on his arm and resting your chin on his head. The corners of his lips turned up, but he raised his eyebrows. "I'm supposed to be working."
"May I keep you company?" you murmured, rubbing his shoulder. "I was only planning to read. But I'd like it so much more if I could be near you."
A real smile hinted at his features, and he took your hand in his, lifting it to his lips and leaning back in his chair. Kissing your fingers, he nodded, icy blue eyes meeting yours. But you melted the surface.
"I'm making tea," you smiled, leaning in to kiss him once. "I'll be right back. With a cup for you too."
Indeed, you returned not twenty minutes later, your book and blanket in hand, balancing two mugs of tea hooked by your fingers. He laughed at the sight of you, standing and taking the drinks before they could slide from your hands and shatter.
You wrapped your blanket around yourself and curled up in the chair across from him, opening your book and beginning to read. Every now and then as you flipped the pages you could feel his eyes on you, which was lightening. Always protective, always checking on you.
At about one, he stood up, pushing back his chair. Thinking he was stretching or going off to the washroom, you ignored him. But when you felt his arms wrap around your collarbone, a smooth kiss pressed to your cheek, you smiled, bringing one hand to touch his face from behind. "Everything alright?"
"You look comfortable," he muttered against you.
"I am," you whispered, tracing his cheek.
Coriolanus nudged your cheek with his nose. "Care to take this somewhere else? I'm done working for the day."
You giggled, nodding and reaching up for him. "You want to cuddle?"
"Maybe." He leaned down, sliding his arms underneath you to lift your body into his arms. Coriolanus made sure to keep the blanket wrapped around you as he carried you all the way back to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed and settling down beside you.
Spreading the blanket over the two of you, he pulled you in and cuddled close, holding you snug against his chest. Turning your head to the side, you watched the snow drift to the windowsill.
He lazily pressed kisses to your face, brushing aside a piece of hair to access you further. You nuzzled your face against him, happily cozy in his arms.
"I wish you would take days off more often," you murmured against him. He stroked your side, tugging your leg to be positioned over his.
"I know," he said softly into your hair. "I know, my love." He breathed in softly, nestling another kiss into your hairline. "But that just makes it more special, doesn't it?"
Lifting your head, you raised your eyebrows, a skeptical smile taking over your face. "You're being annoying."
Coriolanus laughed lightly, pulling the blanket tighter around you. "Oh, darling..." he kissed you lightly, rubbing your back. "I do love you."
"I love you," you echoed, resting your head over his heart and closing your eyes. As the storm raged outside and colored the roads in ivory, you laid there safe against the man you loved, warm in his arms.
#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus fanfiction#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow imagines#the hunger games fanfiction#the hunger games trilogy#the hunger games#thg tbosas#thg series#tbosas fic#tbosas fanfiction#tbosas x reader#tbosas#ballad of songbirds and snakes#milliesfishes coryo
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250 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL
âI like waking up with youâ I Nico Hischier
Summary; While Nico Hischier may struggle with expressing his emotions, leading to occasional frustrations and arguments, a strong relationship can withstand any challenge.
Tropes & warnings; no warnings; strangers to lovers, couples fight; very mild-smut descriptions;
Other notes; so as I finished, I sort of realised that it doesnât really have much plot - itâs just pure fluff; still hope itâs readable đ
inspired by the lyrics from âPILLOWTALKâ by Zayn Malik đ¤
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You and Nico fell in love quicker than you ever imagined possible. In a way, it felt as if fate had brought you together on purpose, weaving your lives into a beautiful tapestry of love and passion. It was as simple as the fairy tales you grew up with; from the moment you met him on that crisp autumn evening, you knew your life would change forever. It was love at first sight.
Your love story began at something as simple as a charity event for the New Jersey Devils, right at the start of the hockey season. It was a night filled with glamour and excitement, the room adorned in the team's red, white, and black colours.
You were there as a friend of one of the teamâs partners, however, as the event had unfolded, you suddenly found yourself standing alone, without the companion youâd arrived with.
Yet, in a mere moment, lost in thoughts as you gazed into thin air, among the buzzing crowd, your eyes suddenly met Nico Hischier's. His big, brown golden eyes captivated you instantly, sparking a connection you simply couldn't deny.
And to your surprise, Nico confidently made his way through the crowd in your direction, never breaking eye contact. And when he stood before you, his smile was nothing but magnetic.
"Hello," he said, his voice smooth with a hint of a sweet yet rough accent. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. Would you mind if I joined you?"
Though his boldness took you aback, there was just something about him that had you drawn in. And before you knew it, you were engrossed in deep conversation, completely oblivious to the world around you.
"I must admit," Nico said with a playful glint in his eyes, "I didn't expect to meet someone as captivating as you at this event."
His words warmed you, causing a blush to rise to your cheeks. "I could say the same about you," you replied with a soft smirk, completely unable to look away from him.
And as the night then progressed, you felt an unexpected strong and deep connection to the Swiss captain, as if you'd known each other for ages. So as the evening slowly drew to a close, you couldn't shake the feeling that this might just be the beginning of something extraordinary.
**
To say the least, you were absolutely right. As the weeks passed and turned into months, your connection with Nico only grew stronger. And before long, despite your initial hesitation, you moved from being just good friends to something definite more.
It was no secret between you, that youâd had concerns, influenced by the idea of dating a professional hockey player with a demanding lifestyle and packed schedule. However, Nico dispelled those worries with his steadfast commitment to you. He didn't just start calling you his girlfriend sooner than expected; he proudly introduced you to everyone as his partner anywhere you went, demonstrating his dedication through every word and deed. In a way, it was quite remarkable how, despite the demands of his career, he always found time for you, placing your relationship above all else.
Because Nico's life as a hockey player did indeed involve frequent travel, rigorous training sessions, and the pressure of performing on the ice. There were nights when he returned home exhausted, his body aching from a challenging game. Yet, even in those moments, he never failed to show you love and appreciation. Whether through a heartfelt text before bed or a lengthy phone call while on the road, he made sure you felt valued and cared for.
And especially one aspect of your relationship that remained constant was the physical connection you shared. The chemistry between you was electric, igniting flames of desire that grew hotter with each passing moment. Your intimate moments together were nothing short of explosive, leaving you both breathless and exhilarated every time.
Incredible sex became a defining feature already in the very beginning of your relationship, the kind that would make the neighbours blush and the walls tremble. But you never paid any attention to the noise complaints or the curious glances from passers-by. In those moments of passion, it was just you and Nico, lost in each other's embrace, consumed by the intensity of your love.
During those intimate moments, you felt the deepest connection with Nico, as the barriers between you dissolved and you revealed your souls to each other in the most vulnerable and intimate way possible. Every time you lay intertwined in the aftermath, your bodies still tingling with pleasure, you were certain that you were in love.
However, naturally, challenges arose along the way. No relationship is without its flaws, including yours. Arguments erupted over missed dates or suddenly cancelled plans, tensions escalating like an impending storm. Yet, as always, Nico had a knack for smoothing over rough patches, turning conflict into connection. With just a smile or a tender gesture, he could transform the atmosphere between you from a war zone into a paradise.
It was a turbulent relationship, to say the least. Nico's ability to express his absolute joy and deep love for you was unmatched, his affection evident in every touch and whispered word. But beneath that outward display of affection lay a layer of resilience and reticence when it came to his concerns and fears.
And it didn't take you long to notice that he tended to bottle up his negative emotions, keeping his worries hidden deep inside. Nico was skilled at putting on a brave face, particularly as the team captain, even when the weight of the world seemed to be bearing down on him. And while you admired his strength and resilience, it also led to frustration and tension between you.
There were times when you wished he would open up, and share his fears and insecurities with you. However, whenever you broached the subject, he would shut down, enveloping himself in silence. In those moments, the distance between you almost felt insurmountable, like an unbridgeable chasm. But, no matter how bad your arguments could be, Nico never let you go to bed angry or sad.
One evening, after a rather heated argument, you sat on the edge of his bed, tension thick between you.
"I'm sorry, y/n," Nico said softly, his voice tinged with regret. "I didn't mean to shut you out like that. Sometimes I just feel the need to be strong for everyone else, and I forget that it's alright to lean on you too."
His words resonated deeply within you, highlighting the complexities of his role both on and off the ice. You reached out, taking his hand and gently squeezing it as you met his gaze.
"You don't have to be strong all the time, Nico," you reassured him, your voice gentle yet firm. "I'm here for you, through thick and thin. We're a team, remember?"
And a faint smile slowly grew and played on Nico's lips as he nodded, gratitude shining in his eyes. "I know," he murmured, his voice heavy with emotion. "And I'm thankful for you every day, y/n. I don't know where I'd be without you."
Navigating the highs and lows of your relationship required a delicate balance. Yet, through it all, your love for each other remained unwavering, and you were determined to face the challenges together, hand in hand.
In fact, maintaining this steadfastness was surprisingly simple; Nico never allowed you to even consider the idea of walking away. And truth be told, you had no desire to. Despite the ups and downs, everything between you felt pure, raw, and intensely passionate.
**
The past year had been nothing but a whirlwind for both of you, with highs of victories and lows of defeats. Throughout it all, you had been each other's support, standing strong through thick and thin. And with the off-season offering a brief break from the hockey season's demands, you cherished every moment spent together, aware that Nico would soon be back on the ice, fully engrossed in the game.
Then as the autumn leaves then began to change, marking the start of a new season, Nico's excitement was beyond palpable. He simply couldn't contain his joy at the prospect of another year filled with his beloved sport and the woman who had captivated his heart.
And as you lay together in the gentle morning light, Nico's words enveloped you like a warm embrace, filling you with love and affection. His vulnerability caught you off guard, as his declaration of love lifted your spirits.
"I like waking up with you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion, echoing the sentiment you had shared countless times before.
Your heart fluttered at his words, warmth flooding through you at the depth of his affection. You gently reached out, brushing your fingers against his stubbled jaw as you spoke softly, a smile gracing your lips.
âI like waking up with you tooâŚâ you murmured, your voice filled with tenderness.
But it was evident there was more on his mind. "I canât believe I have you in my life... I love you, y/nâŚ" Nico's voice quivered with emotion, his gaze locked on yours as if seeking reassurance.
And you couldnât deny the way your heart swelled with love for him, mirrored in the depths of his gaze. "Nico," you whispered, reaching out to stroke his hair, "I love you too, more than words can express."
The moment hung heavy with emotion and possibility. Then, with a surge of determination, Nico voiced the question he'd been pondering for a while.
"Move in with me, y/n," he implored, hope and longing evident in his eyes. "Please. I want us to wake up together every day, fall asleep in each other's arms. Will you move in with me?"
And you couldnât help but let a tear slowly well in your eye at the sincerity of his request, overwhelmed with love for the man before you. So without hesitation, you simply enveloped him in your arms, whispering your answer in his ear.
"Yes, Nico," you choked out, your voice thick with emotion, "Of course I'll move in with you.â
As you held each other in the gentle dawn light, surrounded by the promise of a new beginning, you knew this was just the beginning of a beautiful chapter in your love story. With Nico by your side, you felt ready to face whatever the future held, confident that together, you could overcome anything.
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kaizen daycare! 1
summary: you love taking care of such adorable children, and they love you in return. however, it seems that youâve garnered more than just the attention of some cute kids.
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You rejected him again.
âSo how about tomorrow? Iâll come pick you up for dinner at my place?â His genteel smile, his captivating eyes, black hair draping over his shoulders as heâs leaning down slightly to stand before you, his three children long strapped into their seats within his car to ensure that they donât overhear his conversation.
(Note that they could still very much see him, twins practically clambering over Megumi to get a better view of you two through the car window.)
Your pretty eyes are shifty, averting away from him as you scratch at your cheek. âMmm, Iâm afraid I wonât be available tomorrow, Geto-san.â
Heâs already deflating, a barely put-together smile starting to give way to a frown as he nearly fails to hide his disappointment. He shouldnât push you for a reason, right?
(Right�)
âAhh, I see. I suppose we could plan for another day, then.â Heâs not going to hound you for an answer if you wonât tell him voluntarily.
âIâm really thankful for the invitation though, Iâm sure you and your husband make great food!â A cute grin overtakes your face as your eyes turn into adorable crescents, a hand placed on your cheek. âI surely wouldnât mind getting to eat the extra cookies you bake all the time.â
His heart melts. Youâre forgiven.
Geto Suguru wants to slam his head into the steering wheel. Cookies, cookiesâ They were just made as an excuse to give way to longer conversations with youâ!
âPapa, are you okay?â Mimikoâs shy voice is heard along the ride home, the passing streetlamps giving a warm glow to the interior of the car in contrast to the otherwise darkened, gloomy atmosphere of their father.
âPapa is⌠Just fineâŚâ If getting rejected by someone as lovely as you 6 times in a row is considered fine, anyway. âThank you for asking, dear.â Heâs basically sulking as his eyes are kept on the road, a deep sigh leaving him as he turns a corner.
Eh? Mimiko really doesnât think heâs fine at all. Did something upset him today?
âOh, oh! Nanako knows why, Mimi!â The excited blonde is jumping in her seat as she raises an arm in the air, as if waiting to be called upon. âGumi and I figured it out wayyyyy fast!â
âIt wasnât hard.â Megumi is almost looking triumphant, cute, chubby arms crossed and proud.
ââŚIs that so, sweethearts?â Suguruâs eyes flicker to the rear view mirror, amethyst purple meeting overjoyed brown and blank green that nods at his sisterâs antics. âCare to tell what you think is making Papa sad?â
(Thereâs no way they figured it out, right? They may be his kids, but stillâŚ)
âCauseâŚâ A contemplative finger on her lip as she lets the tension of unknowing rise for dramatic effect, an innocent grin on her cute face. âCause Daddy and Papa are hopeless at getting (name)-senseiâs attention!â
Geto Suguru really wants to slam his head into the steering wheel now.
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âAHAHAH!â Thereâs a loud laughter about the room now that Gojo Satoru has appeared, bathrobe around his form and towel in his hair as he kicks his feet into the air whilst laying down, held within Suguruâs embrace as he holds his stomach.
âCanâtâ Hahah!â Heâs struggling to breathe, a deep intaking of air as he gasps. âPfft, believe how that sensei is so~ oblivious.â He wipes a tear from his eye, his voice finally finding itself as he rolls onto his side to face his pouty husband.
âArenât you laughing a little too much, Satoru?â The red on Suguruâs cheeks is very apparent as the shame manifests itself on his face. How many failures does he need? Geto Suguru was so sure that you had liked them, would even go as far as believing that you definitely had the hots for them.
(Because, who wouldnât?)
âAww, is wittle Suguwu hwurt?â An arm props his head up to better see his the blushing red of his husband. âWant a wittle kissy? Satoru will indulge youâ OW!â He feels himself lose balance before his back his flat against the bed, an unimpressed Suguru atop of him.
Narrowed purple and playful blue meet as the black-haired male continues to straddle him. âNot the point, Satoru.â A pat to the smiling manâs cheek. âWe havenât made progress at allââ
âDonât worry your pretty head off about our adorable teacher.â A smirk as Geto feels a hand trail up his thigh, exceeding close to the boxers he donned for bed.
âI got just the plan.â A wink as he grabs his waist, using his body weight to roll them over so that he would be the one on top, a loving hand stroking Suguruâs cheek.
âAnd Iâm certain itâll work this time~â
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âGood morning⌠Youâre awfully early today, Gojo-sanâŚâ A yawn escapes your lips as you hold a still sleeping Nanako in your arms, cradling her close and stroking her head as Gojo held the other two.
(You look awfully domestic. It makes his heart all the more softer at the sight.)
âAnd Iâm sorry for that, sweet thing.â He adjusts a stirring Mimiko in his hold. âThe familyâs been too busy with our move lately, ya know? Gotta drop them off early to get the rest of the boxes.â His grin is ever bright as he follows you into the daycare, his footsteps light and his body close as they tested the limits of your boundaries.
(Truth was, he didnât even need to move any boxes or anything. He just wanted to see you.)
âYou must be working very hard, Gojo-san.â You hum quietly as you reach the nap area, the nightlights on and encompassing the room with their comfy glow as you gently kneel down to place a still sleeping Nanako onto a mattress, the manâs shoulder grazing yours as he placed the rest of his kids together.
âI think the change of pace is worth it. The relocation is gonna be a benefit to all of us.â
(My, is the new home that good?)
âIt must be exhausting having to move houses, though.â You take this chance to poke at one of the mochi-like cheeks of Megumi, watching as his little nose twitches. âI hope youâre letting them get enough rest, Gojo-san.â
âOho, plenty!â A glimmer of his teeth as you catch his bright smile. âYou could even say theyâre so excited, they can barely sleep thinking about yoâ It.â
Youâre humming as you follow-up with the light chatter, just happy to be able to have such light-hearted conversation with the man, ignoring how his fingers brushed against your own when you both reached for the blanket at the same time.
(This isnât the time to think about such things! And heâs married!)
Unlike his husband, Gojo Satoru always seemed so hard to read, so hard to approach even after youâve seen the softer, sweeter sides of him.
He was simply⌠Intimidating in his own right.
There is an odd, palpable air inbetween the two of you as the silence starts to drag, a gaze thatâs seemingly stuck on you that hints and twinges between the line of unsettling. Hmm⌠You must be kind of tired today.
âSay, Gojo-san.â Youâre getting up, patting off your apron and the almost scary tension as you lead him out the nap room. âIs your place near this area? Iâll be happy to help you find your way around.â Your back is turned to him as you gently close the door.
(You turn around only to meet the same intense blue, looking like they were glaring into your very being.)
âWell, we just moved into the apartment complex not far from here.â He takes a pause to tuck a loose strand of your hair back that your drowsy form fails to take note of. âI think it wasââ His intense eyes glance downwards meet your dazed own, playful and prodding blue to the innocently awaiting you.
(So cute.)
âAkutami Estate.â
Your once sleepy self perks up at that mention, certainly recognizing that name.
âWhat a coincidence, Gojo-san! I happen to live within that building too!â
âThat so? My, what a coincidence indeed.â His returning grin is bright, but his eyes are hard to read considering the sunglasses that had been slid back in place to hide them from your view.
âSo, how about a little housewarming dinner tonight? My place, of course.â
Thereâs no way you can refuse now, right?
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âShokooooooâŚ!â Youâre whining as you sat on her chair, making grabby hands for her whilst slumped into the plush seat.
âYouâre awfully needy today. Whatâs the matter?â Sheâs patting your head as you suddenly lean forward to wrap your arms around her hips, your face dug into her side as you muffled incoherent words into her doctorâs coat.
âWhat? Donât speak with my clothes in your mouth.â
You pull away, pouting up at her with what looked like glossed over eyes. âI think I just doomed myselfâŚâ
âHuh?â
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